Get in Line Songtext
von CEO Trayle
Get in Line Songtext
(Yeaa)
(Fasho)
(It′s Big 4)
Ay, I might call that bitch
When I'm tryna fuck
Ay ay I might cop a Hellcat
& Get my bitch a Tesla
Yellow tape shawty
Tell me
What you got that stretcher for?
I′m up a cool hundred nigga
What you think I'm flexing for
All speculations
You can keep on speculating
I fucked her then walked past that bitch
Like we ain't have relations
You can call me Big Boss
Or Big C4, or Satan
If I get on this shit
Everybody gone play it
The way I dress it make a statement
Just watch how I play it
I ain′t ever made no statement
If I do make sure I′m dead
All you hearing is that Drake click
Then my eyes turn red
And I wasn't surprised when Pape switched
It was out his hands
I do this shit for my days ones
And all my fans
All the niggas wanna see me win
See me advance
Told the label they can′t recoup
No baby ass advance
I just took that boy advance money
And bought 3 pair of pants
Just like I moved to south paw
I just switched the stance
I do this shit for my grandpa
He couldn't feel his hands
Highspeed in my BM car
Loaded full of xans
And niggas you used to see with me
Ain′t here no more
They didn't stick to the plan
Anything for my baby boy
I′ll risk that shit again
I can cut this shit one more time
I whip this shit again
All that bull shit be talking
It's gone get back in the end
& Niggas was cool
But now these niggas dick sucking
Like fans
& Me and Big Folks
Ain't even with the same niggas
That we started with
Pussy ass niggas
Act like hoes
We don′t be arguing
Got niggas coming back like
They wanna be part the squad again
Naww
You can′t get inside bitch
Click it to the side, switch
Fifty, sixty nine, fix
We was into buying bricks
All white just like my teeth
Invisaline my bricks
Couple million up
In case I hit the ground for my jit
Know I got them soldiers
They gone get in line for that hit
Naww
You can't get inside bitch
Click it to the side, switch
Fifty, sixty nine, fix
We was into buying bricks
All white just like my teeth
Invisaline my bricks
Couple million up
In case I hit the ground for my jit
Know I got them soldiers
They gone get in line for that hit
(Fasho)
(It′s Big 4)
Ay, I might call that bitch
When I'm tryna fuck
Ay ay I might cop a Hellcat
& Get my bitch a Tesla
Yellow tape shawty
Tell me
What you got that stretcher for?
I′m up a cool hundred nigga
What you think I'm flexing for
All speculations
You can keep on speculating
I fucked her then walked past that bitch
Like we ain't have relations
You can call me Big Boss
Or Big C4, or Satan
If I get on this shit
Everybody gone play it
The way I dress it make a statement
Just watch how I play it
I ain′t ever made no statement
If I do make sure I′m dead
All you hearing is that Drake click
Then my eyes turn red
And I wasn't surprised when Pape switched
It was out his hands
I do this shit for my days ones
And all my fans
All the niggas wanna see me win
See me advance
Told the label they can′t recoup
No baby ass advance
I just took that boy advance money
And bought 3 pair of pants
Just like I moved to south paw
I just switched the stance
I do this shit for my grandpa
He couldn't feel his hands
Highspeed in my BM car
Loaded full of xans
And niggas you used to see with me
Ain′t here no more
They didn't stick to the plan
Anything for my baby boy
I′ll risk that shit again
I can cut this shit one more time
I whip this shit again
All that bull shit be talking
It's gone get back in the end
& Niggas was cool
But now these niggas dick sucking
Like fans
& Me and Big Folks
Ain't even with the same niggas
That we started with
Pussy ass niggas
Act like hoes
We don′t be arguing
Got niggas coming back like
They wanna be part the squad again
Naww
You can′t get inside bitch
Click it to the side, switch
Fifty, sixty nine, fix
We was into buying bricks
All white just like my teeth
Invisaline my bricks
Couple million up
In case I hit the ground for my jit
Know I got them soldiers
They gone get in line for that hit
Naww
You can't get inside bitch
Click it to the side, switch
Fifty, sixty nine, fix
We was into buying bricks
All white just like my teeth
Invisaline my bricks
Couple million up
In case I hit the ground for my jit
Know I got them soldiers
They gone get in line for that hit
Writer(s): Sean Fitzgerald Piatt, Unknown Unknown, Justin Trayle Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
