Line GuysA Boogie wit da Hoodie

[Intro]
It's JoeFromYO
DLo on the beat

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
She tryna link up then eat up the line guys
Hit you up from a blindside, yeah
Bitches be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out
'Cause a nigga might pop out
My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side
Got 'em lookin' so cockeyed
Fuck it 'cause niggas don't ever be outside
And we never ain't outside

[Post-Chorus: Trap Manny]
I'm finna shoot better watch out
I got the chopper from Moscow
Pull up we shootin' your house down
Try me this shit can get hostile
I just got a new Rollie, it's iced out
All this water on my neck, I might drown
Set a trap and hope the feds don’t find out
Nigga try me, send his ass to iCloud

[Verse 1: Don Q]
I had a bell and the stick on me (Stick on me)
Screamin' fuck you and your big homie (Fuck)
I went to court with the CIG on me (CIG on me)
Bad bitches, nothin’ but some tens on me
Wet up your block, when you leave me a show
And I hope you get hit it like ten homies
I got a whole I family, they depend on me
I was at ten, couple tens on me
Used to be down and I was so broke
And I ran this shit up, used to sleep in the bando
They pass me the rock 'cause they know I got handle
Young niggas rich as a bitch with no manners
Look here, lil' bitch, you just look what you started
Pull up and shut down your party
And we like three of the hardest
Trap Manny with me, we went, got the Artist
I was fifteen when I got my first carbon
Shot my first nigga and that's when it started
We sippin' lean when we walk in the buildings
Pour up the drink and no fuckin' Bacardi
I'm in the Maybach, I'm closin' the curtains
I used to stand on the block, used to serve
I gave her forty racks inside a Birkin
I can't talk to the bitch if she ain't perfect

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
She tryna link up then eat up the line guys
Hit you up from a blindside, yeah
Bitches be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out
'Cause a nigga might pop out
My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side
Got 'em lookin' so cockeyed
Fuck it 'cause niggas don't ever be outside
And we never ain't outside

[Post-Chorus: Trap Manny]
I'm finna shoot better watch out
I got the chopper from Moscow
Pull up we shootin' your house down
Try me this shit can get hostile
I just got a new Rollie, it's iced out
All this water on my neck, I might drown
Set a trap and hope the feds don’t find out
Nigga try me, send his ass to iCloud

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Yeah
Stupid bitch tryna hit me up in line guys
But I'm watchin' my blindside
I'm ridin' the Maybach, the body is wide size
And I'm sippin' while I drive
I'm in the penthouse, it sit on a high rise
Shit, I barely get Wi-Fi
Bring the Perc' 10's and I'm tryna get high-high
Shit, my life is like Syfy
Boogie got his hoodie on like the grim reaper
And we ain't got no friends neither
In your city in the sprinter, yeah, it's a ten seater
Nigga we could've been deeper
But when I bring out the goons, they wanna end people
Yeah, you know them boys been eatin'
When they get in that mood, you better start tuckin' your jewels
It get hard to defend people

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
She tryna link up then eat up the line guys
Hit you up from a blindside, yeah
Bitches be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out
'Cause a nigga might pop out
My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side
Got 'em lookin' so cockeyed
Fuck it 'cause niggas don't ever be outside
And we never ain't outside

[Post-Chorus: Trap Manny]
I'm finna shoot better watch out
I got the chopper from Moscow
Pull up we shootin' your house down
Try me this shit can get hostile
I just got a new Rollie, it's iced out
All this water on my neck, I might drown
Set a trap and hope the feds don’t find out
Nigga try me, send his ass to iCloud