Nines - Line Of Fire, Pt. 6 Lyrics

(Karlos got that juice)

Tell them pagans let's go
I'm sittin' here strapped like I'm facin' deathrow
Bad up who? I brought a Uzi
I had drones bring a key of packs on the prison yard like Call of Duty
They wonder what goes on inside of my brain
Run up on me, I'm willing to die for these chains
Now the gang takin' pictures in Cancún
Bitch that ain't a dimple on my face that's a stab wound
If you're rich why's your whip so small?
See my new chain lookin' like a disco ball
They won't believe how many keys I pick up in a year
Rollin' with a Bunsen burner, man will whip up anywhere, uh
I ain't on this fist fightin' ting I'm airin' shots
I'll leave more holes in you than a pair of Crocs
I ain't got no regular salary
Ahead of my time like Number 5 on Umbrella Academy
It's Nines (ayy)

It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us (ayy)
It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us
(This is how we touch it, look)

Jump in like we're cruisin' tonight
Wap to the left of me, but I'm usin' it right
Throw it down like it's man's move on a dice
She had a attitude but now she's gettin' cool from the ice
Shop caller type, I love all the hype
Ruin every beat when I'm touch all the mics, trap like
Like yo that's a good ball of light
Now I'm in this place, with these footballers' wives, ayy
Next day you hit the booth, press play, full fledge straight
I learnt it the best way
Stretch shit and run it up just like leg day
Put a Nina under your sink, I had to beg, bae

Nah, we don't link up, 'cause if we link up
Pour liquor on the floor we drink up
Girls ask why I grind so much 'cause I think bruck
Got the ting tucked and if I ting duck
Bandaid for the diamonds 'cause the bitch cut
Princess, the ting up
Don't worry 'bout the ring it just brings luck
If we link up, the ting stuck
The ground I am under mileage
Came up from a Q, I'm Don Q like Highbridge
If she ain't on the kid no more I'm loud 'bout a bitch
Am I a pidge, I fly bricks, desire licks
Anything goes you know just do it Nike techs
Might take you out depend on tonight flips
Ain't comin' home you know I do night shifts
Fly sniff, only way is up like lifts (it's just us, it's just us)

It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us
(This is Crop Circle, yeah? Haha)

Drag niggas out of whips (gone)
Fam I shoot people I don't care about camera pics (Fatz)
Always got it on me so you know I'm bussin' every light (come on)
Little bro say he want drive I told him, "Take the bike" (take that one)
"You better drive past the block and then you take the right" (yeah)
My little nigga said he scored I said I done it twice (hahaha)
'Cause I be laughin' at these little niggas flickin' out Rambos
'Cause if I back it out they be sweeter than a mango
Made a killin' in the bando, had a Maccy in the kennels
How much time I done the mazzer top bins, where my medal?
I be countin' all my blessings while you niggas countin' sheckles
You know Fatz be outside with the killers crime rebels and it's us (CSB, crime scene)

(Ayy)
It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us (ayy)
It's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up, it's just up
It's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us, it's just us

I got a thousand grams of flake that needs to hit the stove (let's go)
I play the streets like it's ball I'm doin' give and go (okay)
I wear some Air Ones that's old and make them think I'm broke (okay)
I know I'm straight soon as I see the rock sinkin' the boat (woah)
And my shorty hate the smell but she don't know (she don't know)
My kid love the gush but he don't know
The shit daddy did just to glow
Stick up kid, I sold bricks when shit was slow
I prayed to blow and end up with a brick of blow (outside)
When I jump out with that semi' don't get in that line of fire (woah)
To joints on the glide that's game decider (let's go)
Niggas think it's just rap but it's still that in person
Catch me workin' bro I sold more bricks than Travis Perkins (woah)
Long way from payin' top dollar
Bro always got it, he a heavy smoker (woosh)
In the back with it like he's got a chauffeur
All my trappers know is dough homer
3C semi and yola on the trap phone, a baby no stroller (let's go)