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Line Of Fire, Pt. 6 (feat. J Styles, Streetz, Fatz and Little Torment)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nines
Nines
Stimme und Gesang
Fatz
Fatz
Stimme und Gesang
J Styles
J Styles
Stimme und Gesang
Little Torment
Little Torment
Stimme und Gesang
Karlos
Karlos
Programmierung
Streetz
Streetz
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jordan Lindsay
Jordan Lindsay
Songwriter:in
Paul Oseh
Paul Oseh
Songwriter:in
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Karlos
Karlos
Produzent:in
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mischtechniker:in
Trinz
Trinz
Produzent:in
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
Ausführende:r Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Tell them paigons "Let's go"
I'm sitting here strapped like I'm facing death row
Bad up who? I brought a Uzi
I had drones bringing care packs on the prison yard like Call of Duty
They wonder what goes on inside of my brain
Run up on me, I'm willing to die for these chains
Now the gang taking pictures in Cancún
Bitch, that ain't a dimple on my face, it's a stab wound
If you're rich, why's your whip so small?
See my new chain looking like a disco ball
They won't believe how many keys I pick up in a year
Rolling with a bunsen burner, man will whip up anywhere, uh
I ain't on this fist fighting ting, I'm hearing shots
I'll leave more holes in you than a pair of Crocs
I ain't got no regular sallary
Ahead of my time, like Number Five on Umbrella Academy
It's Nines
[Verse 2]
Ay, 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
Ay, 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
[Verse 3]
Jump in like we cruising tonight
Wap to the left of me, but I'm using it right
Throw it down like it's man's move on a dice
She had a attitude, but now she's getting cool from the ice
Shot caller type, I love all the hype
Ruin every beat when I'm touch all the mics
Trap like, like yo that's a good ball of light
Now I'm in this place with these footballers' wives, ay
Next day you hit the booth, press play, full fledge J
I learnt it the best way
Stretch it and run it up just like it's leg day
Put a nina under your sink, I had to beg bae
[Verse 4]
Nah, we don't link up
'Cause if we link up
Pour liquor on the floor, we don't drink up
Girls ask why I grind so much
'Cause I think bruck
Got the ting tucked
And if I tinged up
Band-Aid for the diamonds 'cause the bitch cut
Princess
The ting up
Don't worry 'bout the ring, it just brings luck
If we link up, the ting's stuck
The grind that I'm on do mileage
Cake mob, form a queue
I'm Don Q like Highbridge
If she ain't on the kid no more, I'm live by a bitch
My pitch, I fly bricks, desire licks
Anything goes, you know, just do it, Nike ticks
Might take you out, depend on tonight flips
Ain't coming home, you know I do night shifts
Fly sniff, only way is up, like lifts
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Drag **** out of whips
Fam, I shoot people, I don't care about camera pics
Always got it on me, so you know I'm bussing every light
Little bro say he waan drive, I told him take the bike
You better drive past the block and then you take the right
My little **** said he scored, I said I done it twice
'Cause I be laughing at these little **** flicking out rambos
'Cause if I back it out, they be sweeter than a mango
Made a killing in the bando, had a maccy in the kennels
How much time I done a mazzer, top bins, win my medals
I be counting all my blessings while you **** counting sheckles
You know Fatz be outside with the killers and the rebels
And it's us
[Verse 7]
Ay, 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
Ay, 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
[Verse 8]
I got a thousand grams of flake that needs to hit the stove
I play the streets like it's ball, I'm doing give and go
I wear some Air 1s that's old and make them think I'm broke
I know I'm straight soon as I see the rock sinking the boat
And my shorty hate the smell, but she don't know
My kid love the gifts, but he don't know the shit daddy did just to glow
Stick-up kid, I stole bricks when shit was slow
I prayed to blow and end up with a brick of blow
When I jump out with that semi, don't get in that line of fire
Two joints on the glide, that's a game decider
**** think it's just rap, but it's still that in person
Catch me working, bro, I sold more bricks than Travis Perkins
Long way from paying top dollar
Bro always got it, he a heavy smoker
In the back with it like he's got a chauffeur
All my trappers know is d'oh, Homer
Greasy, a semi and yola and the trap phone
A baby, no stroller
Written by: Courtney Leon Freckleton, Jordan Lindsay, Paul Oseh

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