Line Em Up

M-M-M-Murda

I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh

All this cocaine got me actin' white

You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend

You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend

She said I got a vanilla aftertaste

Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave

Harrell Park, it ain't nothin' like South Park

Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart

Sit the chop' on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (smoke)

Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es

Uzis, .223s, TECs, semi-automatic, reflex

Bullet ain't got no name, but these no-names ain't got no respect

Put some respect on my name, don't know where I got that from

Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even know what I'm mad for

Whoo, 'cause it's hard to ignore the bullshit when it can't flush

Whoo, tryna dodge and duck, but you can't duck, nigga, blaow

Stunt, stunt, real deal

Had the MAC-11, real, real

Had to send your ass, the real deal

Had to send your ass, the real deal

Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up

You niggas quack me up, bah

Daffy, Donald Duck (yeah, yeah)

Stunt, stunt, real deal

Had the MAC-11, real, real

Had to send your ass, the real deal

Had to send your ass, the real deal

I had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up

These niggas crack me up, brrah

Better Donald Duck

Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah

Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah

Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah

Line 'em up, I'm anonymous

Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dogs

I'm comin' back with the dogs

Go at my neck, I comin' back at your skull (gone)

I'm comin' back with her drawers

Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah

I put the stash in the wall

30-round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah

'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards

Aces and Kings, blackest of hearts

I played the hands I was taught

Family man, your family involved, damn

Family tree, branches gon' fall

Actin' the ass, no actin' at all, no

All of the cameras is off

You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh

We dunk on 'em, back in the form

I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh

All this cocaine got me actin' white

Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend

You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend

Stunt, stunt, real deal

Had the MAC-11, real, real

Had to send your ass, the real deal

Had to send your ass, the real deal

I had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up

These niggas quack me up (quack me up)

Better Donald Duck (yeah, yeah)

Line 'em up, sign 'em up

I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up

Smoke, smoke (gas 'em up), smoke, smoke (pile 'em up)

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow

Smokin', Donald Duck

I see you backin' up

You better Donald Duck

You niggas crack me up

You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow

Line 'em up

You better Donald Duck, yeah

Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah

Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke

Funeral