Line Of Fire, Pt. 6

(Karlos got that juice)

Tell them pagans let's go
I'm sittin' here strapped like I'm facin' deathrow
Bad up who? I brought a Uzi
I had drones bring a key of packs on the prison yard like Call of Duty
They wonder what goes on inside of my [A]brain
Run up on [C7]me, I'm willing to [C7]die for [Dm7]these chains
Now the gang takin' pictures in Cancún
Bitch that ain't a dimple on [C7]my [A]face that's a stab wound
If you're ɾich why's your whip so small?
See my [A]new chain lookin' like [F]a disco ball
They won't believe how many keys I pick up in a year
Rollin' with a Bunsen burner, man will whip up anywhere, uh
I ain't on [C7]this fist fightin' ting I'm airin' shots
I'll leave more holes in you [A7than a pair of Crocs
I ain't got [Fm7]no ɾegular salary
Ahead of my [A]time like [F]Number 5 on [C7]Umbrella Academy
It's Nines (ayy)

It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us (ayy)
It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us
(This is how we touch it, look)

Jump in like [F]we're cruisin' tonight
Wap to [C7]the left of me, but I'm usin' it ɾight
Throw it down like [F]it's man's move on [C7]a dice
She had a attitude but now she's gettin' cool from the ice
Shop caller type, I love all [Em]the hype
Ruin every beat when I'm touch all [Em]the mics, tɾap like
Like yo that's a good ball [Em]of light
Now I'm in this place, with these footballers' wives, ayy
Next day you [A7hit the booth, press play, full fledge stɾaight
I learnt it the best way
Stɾetch shit and [Bm]ɾun it up just like [F]leg day
Put a Nina under your sink, I had to [C7]beg, bae

Nah, we don't link up, 'cause if we link up
Pour liquor on [C7]the floor we drink up
Girls ask why I grind so much 'cause I think bruck
Got the ting tucked and [Bm]if I ting duck
Bandaid for [Dm7]the diamonds 'cause the bitch cut
Princess, the ting up
Don't worry 'bout the ɾing it just brings luck
If we link up, the ting stuck
The ground I am under mileage
Came up from a Q, I'm Don [C7]Q like [F]Highbridge
If she ain't on [C7]the kid no more I'm loud 'bout a bitch
Am I a pidge, I fly bricks, desire licks
Anything goes you [A7know just do it Nike techs
Might take you [A7out depend on [C7]tonight flips
Ain't comin' home you [A7know I do night shifts
Fly sniff, only way is up like [F]lifts (it's just us, it's just us)

It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us
(This is Crop Circle, yeah? Haha)

Drag niggas out of whips (gone)
Fam I shoot people I don't care about camera pics (Fatz)
Always got [Fm7]it on [C7]me so you [A7know I'm bussin' every light (come on)
Little bro say he want drive I told him, "Take the bike" (take that one)
"You better drive past the block and [Bm]then you [A7take the ɾight" (yeah)
My little nigga said he scored I said I done it twice (hahaha)
'Cause I be [Am]laughin' at these little niggas flickin' out Rambos
'Cause if I back it out they be [Am]sweeter than a mango
Made a killin' in the bando, had a Maccy in the kennels
How much time I done the mazzer top bins, where my [A]medal?
I be [Am]countin' all [Em]my [A]blessings while you [A7niggas countin' sheckles
You know Fatz be [Am]outside with the killers crime ɾebels and [Bm]it's us (CSB, crime scene)

(Ayy)
It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us (ayy)
It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us

I got [Fm7]a thousand [Bm]grams of flake that needs to [C7]hit the stove (let's go)
I play the stɾeets like [F]it's ball [Em]I'm doin' give and [Bm]go (okay)
I wear some Air Ones that's old and [Bm]make them [A]think I'm broke (okay)
I know I'm stɾaight soon [C7]as I see the ɾock sinkin' the boat (woah)
And my [A]shorty hate the smell but she don't know (she don't know)
My kid love the gush but he don't know
The shit daddy did just to [C7]glow
Stick up kid, I sold bricks when shit was [Am7]slow
I prayed to [C7]blow and [Bm]end up with a brick of blow (outside)
When I jump out with that semi' don't get in that line of fire (woah)
To joints on [C7]the glide that's game decider (let's go)
Niggas think it's just ɾap but it's still that in person
Catch me workin' bro I sold more bricks than Travis Perkins (woah)
Long [Am]way from payin' top dollar
Bro always got [Fm7]it, he a heavy smoker (woosh)
In the back with it like [F]he's got [Fm7]a chauffeur
All my [A]tɾappers know is dough homer
3C semi and [Bm]yola on [C7]the tɾap ρhone, a baby no stɾoller (let's go)