On My Line

That’s ya boyfriend on my line we do not pick it up
Shawty like the way I fuck she always lick it up
Fuck a label self made I got my own paper
I can’t settle for no broke hoes no thank you
With my wrist I’m in the kitchen tryna whip it up
Why yo BM at my parties tryna flick it up
I was down bad I ain’t takin no favors
They gon see me up now they be real fakin
Back in school I never had shit, I can’t trust no bitch, fuck that shit
My old girl see me up now and I cut that bitch lets run this shit
They ain’t wanna see me make it, fuck all a the snaking I hover above all that
shit
Now every time that you see me you holla to wish me good luck with it
Fuck all the allegations, you hate on my name you ain’t gotta say it
Teachers even said I wouldn’t make it
I never really was a class favorite, oh yea
I’m stuck in my ways, go out and get you some money today
If you getting paper then why every time that you see me you still keep on
running away
Yea yea, look in the mirror you nervous
You shaking right out of yo skirt shit
Big body we swervin, top up closed curtains
Ex girl said I’m worthless, new girl see me workin
Big Gs we purgin we just might put a body in a Birkin