S.B. - Cross That Line Lyrics

Once you cross that line we cant be cool
Choppa at his head bullet holes make him see through
Pussy nigga talking doing shit that them hoes do
We be at his momma house broad day on that f*ck shit
Money on my mind gotta stack it up
Since he wanna be a bitch so bad imma slap him up
Carlon usually say chill but this time f*ck em up
Just hit the mall hella bands we finna f*ck it up
Never been no lame nigga aint finna chill around em
My girl a soulja to bitch we dont play about
Since you in my business block his ass off the snapchat
Catch em in the street beat his ass break him down like a kit kat
Cant say to much they'll play this shit in court
Up and down a nigga block shooting like it was a sport
I got everything i wont i aint begged for this shit
Niggas acting like groupies wont you hop off my dick
Ice on my wrist you tryna rob who
Its like Houston do we got a problem cause i keep that rocket on me
Niggas getting plugged up socket intermission
I got Phil Jackson tendencies bitch i wont lose
Imma fool with the tool Micheal Jordan with these rulers
Nigga cant come up with hot shit so they need a feature
I got everything a nigga need pills weed and lean
Niggas out here talking to police he done dug his ditch
Motion picture when i pull up its a f*cking flick
Watch what you say on the phone i keep hearing clicks
Gotta keep my head on the swivel they will bust yo shit
His plan sounds kind of fishy i ain't with that shit