Lil Herb - On My Line lyrics

(Hook) Bust, bust and traps on my phone The Junky won’t leave me alone Had, had your b**h all on my phone Damn she gave me down, Drivin’ on my phone The Junky won’t leave me alone Your b**h on my phone That will give me down (Verse) Game dong, game dong Bullsh**s, I don’t know What the f** you sayin? Jumpin’ in the Roz, sippin’ on this rose 2-2-3 and balls, all my diamonds close Chain look like snow and them b**hes go All my b**hes souls, they be snimin’ coke I don’t feel no coke Trippers have ahead, have it with the sticks Forty five with balls, you ain’t really know, I was with the sh**s Now you really know Speakin’ to a different languages And made it out of joke, designa a** clothes Ballin’ like I’m sami, chillin’ in Miami I just need a Grammy Chillin’ on the OZ, p**y to be flowin’ She ain’t got no barel You’ll be on the floor, I am not an human, All this be just splattin’ Boy you still let me My own n***a droppin’ Bust some traps on my phone The Junky won’t leave me alone Had your b**h all on my floor Did she gave me down Trap, trappin’ on my phone n***a you won’t gave me low You’re b**h on my phone That give every dawn All of my b**hes they fannin’ they rice They’ll s** my dick the first night Sippin rose cuz I’m not gettin’ high Mix the codeine with the sprite Hoers on my dick, try to f** it on Wednesday Can’t f** that b**h if she basic Like have a brick from my brasy Pull up I try to stuck it on erase Pull up try to rase on my stripe New b**h let me f**in’ it straight The perspective I’m bustin’ in face Money on business gonna stay on my mind I give up all of my time Touch that b**h til I’m all on my way but I lie She don’t do strip you the dice And you drop but you never stop hittin’ my line I got you go strippin’ on line They don’t got me, just sit on and last Thirty shot clips on that Try to run and get hit in the splat If you jug you get hit and get splash It gets me up in the hood, post it up with my ice and my gun with my n***a (Hook)