Correction Lyrics Line Of Fire Pt. 7 by Nines

Featuring(s) : Fatz ICB, Little Torment, Streetz ICB & Trapstar Toxic

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Karlos got that juice)

[Verse 1: Little Torment]
Yo, my plugs love me, they keep on sharing
Just got some new goods that I ain't declaring
That's a new strap my lil' bro out airing
He's a stubborn motherfucker, hard of hearing
My shorty bad to the bone, there's no comparing
She cook food and rub my back, super caring
I got the SK with the star kniver nears in
And the kick on the four-four's overbearing
In this fucking trap house, I'm the chairman
It's apparent I'm a rapper and a parent
Slide through the trenches, gonna hear my music blaring
Them young shooters giving out bine for too much staring

[Chorus: Nines]
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put the wholе gang on a flight, that's light (Streetz)
All my merch sold out on my site, that's light (Streetz)
Me and all thе traffickers are tight, well, that's light, uh (Streetz)

[Verse 2: Streetz]
Just ask around, when Streetz come around, it's a lot
With drip from the cuff, like diamonds ain't enough
Came plain, asked the judge I was drippy in the dock
Plug said he's selling choppers, my niggas hella cop
What the fuck?
You don't know 'bouts been cleaning with a mop
Blood dripping, clean it up, Ice City, run it up
Nigga said he got a move, send the addy for the clock, it's up
In the trap, hella bottoms, hella tops, hella light though
Niggas in the bits selling bits in the night though (Yes)
Niggas in whips with the switch like a lightbulb
Anything get hit is a hit (What?), phone on flight mode (Streetz)
You know what I did with a cig

[Chorus: Nines]
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put the whole gang on a flight, that's light
All my merch sold out on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, well, that's light, uh

[Verse 3: Fatz]
Set pace first, I don't care if they be thirty deep
Always got my gun on me, hollow tip, couple clap
You know what type of pressure I apply when you mention Fatz
Go and check my resume, I don't even have to chat
Twenty-four, the cannon's on deck, it's been a wild day
So when I'm about, no one can't style
Rest in peace when I clart, I leave them all muddy
You know I fuck with a Zar, that's my nigga Ruggy
Twenty rounds of this dog, you know I'm on the fuckery
I can't let mines cry, I make your mum
I freestyle, I don't even write, that's light
I shoot niggas jumping off a bike, that's light

[Verse 4: Trapstar Toxic]
I could spit a line of fire or I put you in that firing line
Before they locked me, I was getting bricks ten at a time
See I ain't new to this grind, me and Nina's in that trap spot
Thirty-six in zeds, clock it out by the night
Somebody tell me why these other brothers trapping slow
Fam, I hit the strip with some buds, I got coins like I'm Mario
In the crop yard growing plants, this ain't marigold
Told the trap that you're Fabolous, I can't let you go
I'm outside and it's late
My nigga said he wanna glide, got a car, better switch up them plates
There's only real niggas round me when I step out them gates
Looking like a gorilla, I came through in some Bape, let's go

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