Juice808 - Line Blowin' Up lyrics

[Hook; Mickey Fresh] I been f**ing with the xans getting no sleep (aye) Paint gloss sauce drippin like a nose bleed (aye) We got hard, we got soft trap going up I got hoes clientele line blowing up. WOO ! 4x Line blowing up. So Brazy Line Blowing up WOO! [Verse 1; Mickey Fresh] Mad hoes on my line, No bait n***a Everything real, give a f** a bout a fake n***a Putting on a show take you off, Ricki Lake n***a Thinking you control her but I'm f**ing, You ain't Drake n***a Rolling up the gas every second that i wake up We be bussing caps like the soda when it shake up Jiddy in the kitchen with the wrist whipping cake up Tryna take mine beat his face like makeup Rolling with gorillas and baboons, got mad goons I been rolling dutches since leg warmers and Sa**oons Put the black tape on his eyes, look he a racoon Last June, f**ed yo b**h all in the bathroom All my n***as jug wish you would Tryna run up on squad p**y n***a ill tag you b**h i come equipped for the battle Who ga**ed you? gold cross like a chapel f** boy you could really die no ha**le No picks like a raffle when i blast you I be glad to hit his chest and calf too Go home call my b**h to bring the gas through 2x Mix up the perc with xans Feel like the earth in my hand My phone is ringing again f** was i saying again? 2x WOO! GO BRAZY! Jidnack just pa** me the dutch... and all that [Verse 2; Jidnack] Ya girlfriend she skeet on my dick And ya beats ain't complete unless we on that b**h I'm a take a smash maybe pee on that b**h Producer hear and say they gonna be rich All I ever wanted was a scrip and zip Jugging, catching plays, making them flips Best gas most pills n***a hell yeah Now we about to get lit On the other hand I run with renegades And these n***as be p**y with hoe ways And they dress game be sh**ty got no lays This is factual sh** I'm not tryna play em And I be in the street where the crime pays Where you probably won't make it for 5 days Yes switch up my flows cause i got bars You the type that would snitch in a cop car [Verse 3; Tazz Raw] Bold n***a you don't know brazy Birth year nine four and I'm a coke baby Bad b**h talk sh** leave her throat aching Usain, run game, but I don't chase em. Blow up! Ain't no second place, I gotta get it first If I retaliate you gotta get it worse They told me get a job or you gonna get a hearse But I got options n***a i got it popping n***a Took a 25 bag turn that sh** to a 5 50 up turn to 10 i got a 100 to fly Hold a dime get a half on the way to a O They never seen it coming try me and I'm letting it go They don't never know the difference you at work or the trap? That's a secret can you keep it like I'm holding a strap Always hide it somewhere new so they don't know where it's at And if you lie to me ain't nobody holding it back [Hook; Mickey Fresh] [Outro; Young Nyce] Both lines ringing n***a. Real saucy. Feeling real good. Bad b**hes. You already know the motive, StrangeGang b**h! Jiddy, Fresh, that n***a King Reese Told them n***as, if they wanted me to talk on this they should have a gave me a check, f** that. This sh** blowing up though n***a Yeahhhhhh n***a! You hear this sh** right here, better watch ya b**h n***a. Yeah these my guys so I'm f**ing too, you already knew that though. WHO YOU WITH!? My n***a Fresh told me to do that though, could have did this sh** himself wasting my f**ing time, but you know... STRANGEGANG b*tch! WE OUT!