Fine line

im that inner city bumpkin with them trap tunes bump'n

got the two story house and that shit aint cost me nothin'

Call me betty crocker the way i been baking all these hoes,

got em all lined up, i shoot all my ducks in a row.

 

stereotypes make themselves and im made on my own

see me acting like a fool and i walk like a crow,

Its called toe hoppin you know how i be goin

SRT all my whips and i show no signs of slowing.

 

Called her trailer park bitch, cause she disrespect my home boy

A good bitch a dead bitch, that's how i roll boy

Kimber guns are flashy put the swith up to your nose boy

Keep playin round with me, til I put a round up in your dome boy

 

this shit aint no toy, neighther is my functions

This ain't no play date so best get on to walkin

Keep your bitch mouth shut, don't know how she started talkin

Keep on standing round bitch. I'll hit you just for gawkin

 

Don't want you or your bitch around here

Yeah I think Iade that clear

So steer clear of my lane

All this swerving I don't fuck with

 

If you come around here

Don't think we getting near

Or ill pull out my gun just for fun and say fuck it

And shoot you in the gut

 

So now I made it obvious

Look at me me long enough

And I sneer to the left

Signal my shooter up next

 

Start running away

Leave no dismay

And have you body bags

wrapped in yellow tape