Cash Amont - Line Lyrics

I got
I got freak ho on my line hoe
Freak ho on my line hoe
With a hoe I'm on lines though
Freak hoe on my line free my slatt he on lines though
Pushin in these pants I ain't gon' lie on bro
Yeah I flex my bands like why is you cryin' hoe
Rockin Helmut Lang yeah that shit it cost a fine hoe
I'm on all these pills, bitch I ain't fine though
Jugg a f*ck nigga, ask my slime "what you find bro"
Take you out (huh) you a fine hoe
Birkenstock shoes huh yeah, yeah you mine hoe
I drift the curb with the scat, we might fly hoe
MP5 burst hit his like a firehose
We hide the body ain't no way they gon' find him bro
All these drugs got me feeling like I'm dying hoe
Hit a nigga we might leave him on some bang
Blue shirt with a red chain
She gon' leave a nigga cuz he a lame
Rocking all black Bruce Wayne
I face all these bands feel like Bruce -shhh (Bruce)
All these bands look like blues clues (blues Clues)
Pourin red had to take a blue too
Mixing greygoose in my lean yeah I do
Freak ho on my line hoe
With a hoe I'm on lines though
Freak hoe on my line free my slatt he on lines though
Pushin in these pants I ain't gon' lie on bro
Yeah I flex my bands like why is you cryin' hoe
Rockin Helmut Lang yeah that shit it cost a fine hoe
I'm on all these pills, bitch I ain't fine though
Jugg a f*ck nigga, ask my slime "what you find bro"
Take you out (huh) you a fine hoe
Birkenstock shoes huh yeah, yeah you mine hoe
I drift the curb with the scat, we might fly hoe
MP5 burst hit his like a firehose