Line Em Up Lyrics

[Intro: 9LOKKNINE]
I'm like why they talkin' out they neck?
Ayy, ayy, them niggas talk, but they ain't 'bout shit (At all)
My niggas spinnin', they gon' wet, mmh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, it's lil' Glokk, you know what's up with him (It's Budda Beats)

[Chorus: FredRarrii]
Niggas talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up (Line 'em up)
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
Niggas talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for

[Verse 1: FredRarrii]
I don't Twitter beef, I'm really in the streets
D-Wade, I be really ridin' with the heat
My favorite Glock, LeBron James, 23
In other words, I give a f*ck about my enemies
These niggas talkin' so tough, I'm sendin' headshots
We real shooters, ain't nobody sendin' leg shots
I got sixty niggas (On God), I got sixty triggers (That's real)
See, I walk the streets and hit the club with sixty killers
I'm in a fast whip with a fast bitch
She eat the dick fast, hope I don't crash it

[Chorus: FredRarrii]
Niggas talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up (Line 'em up)
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
Niggas talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for

[Verse 2: 9LOKKNINE]
I put ten racks up on your head, I fold the bank inside my duffel
That boy can't rap about that pain shit 'cause he ain't experience that struggle
Yeah, mama, yeah, I'm that bastard child, and I'm the motherf*cker
I got some jits who want some money, they just waitin' for a come-up
Like them jits got all the bread and we can't even get a crumble
I go to swearin' in this bitch and get mad, put it on my mama Like if you felt like that, you should've came to me, nigga, not no woman
These niggas be pillow talkin' to hoes, how lil' Nine the topic of your subject?
I give your main nigga somethin' to read, about that bread, this shit get ugly
And all that tough shit they be talkin', it be different when we out in public
They ain't on nothin'

[Chorus: FredRarrii]
Niggas talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up (Line 'em up)
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
Niggas talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for

[Verse 3: Yungeen Ace]
Yeah, niggas screamin' out war, where the opps at? (Where the opps at?)
Shoot a nigga broad day, where the cops at?
Line up (Line up)
This shit get dangerous, keep that iron tucked
Get your head bust
I want him dead, I put that bread up
Late night, we creeping
My killer tweakin', he snort a line of coke
You would think them trappers Boyardee the way they on the stove
Ask me where the plug at, bitch, you would never know
We just got a drop on all the opps, it's time to slide out
Pull up on they block, he think it's smart, I knock his mind out
We ready to step and you never seen
They post on the corner, we clear the scene
Two Glocks and thirties and red beams
Kill his whole family like what you mean?

[Chorus: FredRarrii]
Niggas talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up (Line 'em up)
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
Niggas talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for

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