Line Em' Up!
One, two, three and to the four
I got some hood niggas banging on your door
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
You don't know just who we are
Back of the bus just to ride a stolen car
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
This an armed robbery, stick up Yeah that mean get up
I need my gas back and I ain't talking bout a fill up
I'm talking bout this music you know I come through and hit up
My niggas
And burp out crazy shit like a hiccup
We on to better things
And yeah I'm still the same, I told you boys I'd never change
I see a brighter sky, my limits have no ends
I'm sitting mighty high, feel the bass from the low end in my stolen, Maserati nigga
One, two, three and to the four
I got some hood niggas banging on your door
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
You don't know just who we are
Back of the bus just to ride a stolen car
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
How you say leave you alone and then you hit me up
How you say you hate fucking me but can't get enough
I don't call you, you call me
I don't text you or sex you, you stalk me, your conversations on me
I know you had dreams of visiting Palm Springs
Shading with palm trees and parading of all things
Or maybe slide to Florida exploring through Palm Beach for all that
Vegan we gotta go beyond meat
It's at the point that intellectual conversations is needed if I'm trying to have sex with you
So when we get alone
I'm confiscating your phone for your fullest attention
Not because I care who texting you
That ain't my business and who texts mine is not yours
And if you can't listen to that, then go outdoors
I cut on my PS5 and kick it with my boys
All you hear is the randoms selling, and a bunch of loud noise
And then when it get dark and everybody else is sleeping, I be masking up my face so you can never see me creeping
Hide and seeking like I'm Spider-Man, tired of being poor, so I'ma run up in your house through the window or the door
I get lonely like I'm Drake, and yeah I know it's super late, but I'ma pull up to your crib and ask you nicely have you ate
Take you out with the stolen money that's kept in my pocket
Meanwhile my niggas scoping out your crib so they can rob it
One, two, three and to the four
I got some hood niggas banging on your door
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
You don't know just who we are
Back of the bus just to ride a stolen car
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
I got some hood niggas banging on your door
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
You don't know just who we are
Back of the bus just to ride a stolen car
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
This an armed robbery, stick up Yeah that mean get up
I need my gas back and I ain't talking bout a fill up
I'm talking bout this music you know I come through and hit up
My niggas
And burp out crazy shit like a hiccup
We on to better things
And yeah I'm still the same, I told you boys I'd never change
I see a brighter sky, my limits have no ends
I'm sitting mighty high, feel the bass from the low end in my stolen, Maserati nigga
One, two, three and to the four
I got some hood niggas banging on your door
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
You don't know just who we are
Back of the bus just to ride a stolen car
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
How you say leave you alone and then you hit me up
How you say you hate fucking me but can't get enough
I don't call you, you call me
I don't text you or sex you, you stalk me, your conversations on me
I know you had dreams of visiting Palm Springs
Shading with palm trees and parading of all things
Or maybe slide to Florida exploring through Palm Beach for all that
Vegan we gotta go beyond meat
It's at the point that intellectual conversations is needed if I'm trying to have sex with you
So when we get alone
I'm confiscating your phone for your fullest attention
Not because I care who texting you
That ain't my business and who texts mine is not yours
And if you can't listen to that, then go outdoors
I cut on my PS5 and kick it with my boys
All you hear is the randoms selling, and a bunch of loud noise
And then when it get dark and everybody else is sleeping, I be masking up my face so you can never see me creeping
Hide and seeking like I'm Spider-Man, tired of being poor, so I'ma run up in your house through the window or the door
I get lonely like I'm Drake, and yeah I know it's super late, but I'ma pull up to your crib and ask you nicely have you ate
Take you out with the stolen money that's kept in my pocket
Meanwhile my niggas scoping out your crib so they can rob it
One, two, three and to the four
I got some hood niggas banging on your door
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
You don't know just who we are
Back of the bus just to ride a stolen car
Hide your shit
They gon' rob ya'll folks
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Writer(s): Rashaun Brown
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