Cross The Line

Now, this one is a party tune
I got my nigga Blue, I got my nigga
And we 'bout to shake these hoes up
Y'knah'mean? And it goes somethin' like this
Ready? One, two, three, bounce, check it out

Yo, all my niggas these racks up
Feel the rap that smash tracks, yo
That's us, wavin' 'em dubs
Hollerin' at fat sluts
Crack up the Henny and Remy
And roll a fat blunt
Anybody not feelin' the clique
Can lick fat nuts
Catch us, and and black chucks
Any chicken lookin' at me finna
Get her ass plucked (Her ass plucked)
I'm only givin' two options to wack punks:
Yo' ass can back down
(Down) or yo' ass can back up (Back up)
So if you feelin' like a jack truck
Got the punk shorty for the body
Leave yo' ass gassed up (Gassed up)
Someone at the party, Bacardi, a
Wit' a beat for that ass and I don't tag up
Blaze beats with my raps that'll rob fags up
Base beats so bad
It leave yo' sleakers cracked up
(Cracked up) so back up in this bitch
We back up in this bitch
All the acts and metros and clique (We good)

This one made your delying quarter
A block from a crew through designed schemes
I might have to pull the 9 click
But the girl, for your eyes
One made your delying quarter
A block from a crew through designed schemes
I might have to pull the 9 click
But the girl, for your eyes

Finishing later, may never finish idk