"Get On Ya Line" lyrics
JasonMartin Lyrics
Ayy, fuck anybody talkin' 'bout me
'Cause I'll get on your line
Ayy, ayy
Let me get up in them eyes and see what's all inside 'em
Fuck it, let's see
We can get it on tonight
Better keep it on the fly side, West, this my side
Nigga, you's a mark, only tough on that Wi-Fi
Ghetto like you rah-rah, nigga, I do not fire
Better try that fuck shit with them fuck niggas, on God
Niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Tryna see what these ho niggas talkin' 'bout
We eye to eye, now these niggas all figidity 'bout it
A grown man pussy, lil' sugary high
Shout out my bro Gook Gotti
Real doers don't talk, they just get to it
Yeah, the truth is hot
Too many stomped and shot in front my eyes, nigga
'Fore he go, please somebody talk to this nigga, let him know
True lies what they yellin' off them drugs
Tell it ain't in him, bro, he probably need a hug
Or one of them down-low niggas, scared of his feelings
Barkin' out loud, prayin' for forgiveness
Woah, keep it real, man, I'll tell you what's next
Do what you do, just move with respect
I can't tell you 'bout them, but please check me
Ayy, fuck anybody talkin' 'bout me
'Cause I'll get on your line
Ayy, ayy
Let me get up in them eyes and see what's all inside 'em
Fuck it, let's see
We can get it on tonight
Better keep it on the fly side, West, this my side
Nigga, you's a mark, only tough on that Wi-Fi
Ghetto like you rah-rah, nigga, I do not fire
Better try that fuck shit with them fuck niggas, on God
Just another day in the life, swaggin' it through the pavement
My lawyers on the call as I put a boy to sleep, huh
'Member your L's 'cause them the best teachers
Baby, I was raised 'round chronic smoke and beepers
Yeah, go for game 'cause your corny ass don't need it
Better watch what you doin', boy, these streets lethal
And plus it ain't the vibe 'cause brodie, cash rule
Rather live it lavish than play like a fake savage
Money comin' out the A, I call it Knots Landing
Four pockets lumped up like what?
Celebrate wins on yachts, fuck clubs
Or end up like your buddy, gettin' shot with no money
On God, it ain't funny, nigga
Had to get away from cuddy 'cause he wasn't like us
Wake up happy, it's up, nigga, what?
We been doin' too much winnin' to buy what niggas sellin', yeah, I'm tellin' you
I'll get on your line
Ayy, ayy
Let me get up in them eyes and see what's all inside 'em
Fuck it, let's see
We can get it on tonight
Better keep it on the fly side, West, this my side
Nigga, you's a mark, only tough on that Wi-Fi
Ghetto like you rah-rah, nigga, I do not fire
Better try that fuck shit with them fuck niggas, on God
'Cause I'll get on your line
Ayy, ayy
Let me get up in them eyes and see what's all inside 'em
Fuck it, let's see
We can get it on tonight
Better keep it on the fly side, West, this my side
Nigga, you's a mark, only tough on that Wi-Fi
Ghetto like you rah-rah, nigga, I do not fire
Better try that fuck shit with them fuck niggas, on God
Niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Tryna see what these ho niggas talkin' 'bout
We eye to eye, now these niggas all figidity 'bout it
A grown man pussy, lil' sugary high
Shout out my bro Gook Gotti
Real doers don't talk, they just get to it
Yeah, the truth is hot
Too many stomped and shot in front my eyes, nigga
'Fore he go, please somebody talk to this nigga, let him know
True lies what they yellin' off them drugs
Tell it ain't in him, bro, he probably need a hug
Or one of them down-low niggas, scared of his feelings
Barkin' out loud, prayin' for forgiveness
Woah, keep it real, man, I'll tell you what's next
Do what you do, just move with respect
I can't tell you 'bout them, but please check me
Ayy, fuck anybody talkin' 'bout me
'Cause I'll get on your line
Ayy, ayy
Let me get up in them eyes and see what's all inside 'em
Fuck it, let's see
We can get it on tonight
Better keep it on the fly side, West, this my side
Nigga, you's a mark, only tough on that Wi-Fi
Ghetto like you rah-rah, nigga, I do not fire
Better try that fuck shit with them fuck niggas, on God
Just another day in the life, swaggin' it through the pavement
My lawyers on the call as I put a boy to sleep, huh
'Member your L's 'cause them the best teachers
Baby, I was raised 'round chronic smoke and beepers
Yeah, go for game 'cause your corny ass don't need it
Better watch what you doin', boy, these streets lethal
And plus it ain't the vibe 'cause brodie, cash rule
Rather live it lavish than play like a fake savage
Money comin' out the A, I call it Knots Landing
Four pockets lumped up like what?
Celebrate wins on yachts, fuck clubs
Or end up like your buddy, gettin' shot with no money
On God, it ain't funny, nigga
Had to get away from cuddy 'cause he wasn't like us
Wake up happy, it's up, nigga, what?
We been doin' too much winnin' to buy what niggas sellin', yeah, I'm tellin' you
I'll get on your line
Ayy, ayy
Let me get up in them eyes and see what's all inside 'em
Fuck it, let's see
We can get it on tonight
Better keep it on the fly side, West, this my side
Nigga, you's a mark, only tough on that Wi-Fi
Ghetto like you rah-rah, nigga, I do not fire
Better try that fuck shit with them fuck niggas, on God
