[Lyric] On My Line (Deezy216)

[Hook]
That's ya boyfriend on my line we do not pick it up
Shawty like the way I fuck she always lick it up
Fuck a label self made I got my own paper
I can't settle for no broke hoes no thank you
With my wrist I'm in the kitchen tryna whip it up
Why yo BM at my parties tryna flick it up
I was down bad I ain't takin no favors
They gon see me up now they be real fakin

[Verse 1 - Deezy216]
Back in school I never had shit, I can't trust no bitch, fuck that shit
My old girl see me up now and I cut that bitch lets run this shit
They ain't wanna see me make it, fuck all a the snaking I hover above all that shit
Now every time that you see me you holla to wish me good luck with it
Fuck all the allegations, you hate on my name you ain't gotta say it
Teachers even said I wouldn't make it
I never really was a class favorite, oh yea
I'm stuck in my ways, go out and get you some money today
If you getting paper then why every time that you see me you still keep on running away
Yea yea, look in the mirror you nervous
You shaking right out of yo skirt shit
Big body we swervin, top up closed curtains
Ex girl said I'm worthless, new girl see me workin
Big Gs we purgin we just might put a body in a Birkin
[Hook]
That's ya boyfriend on my line we do not pick it up
Shawty like the way I fuck she always lick it up
Fuck a label self made I got my own paper
I can't settle for no broke hoes no thank you
With my wrist I'm in the kitchen tryna whip it up
Why yo BM at my parties tryna flick it up
I was down bad I ain't takin no favors
They gon see me up now they be real fakin

[Verse 2 - Taye Benjamin]
Back then I never had shit, now I'm living super lavish
Niggas talking I ain't average, fuck all that talking I'm mad rich
Bitches they all on my dick, fuckin a hoe yea I fuck then I dip
I don't got time for the talking and shit, I'm about money I'm making it bitch
Makin it 17 niggas be talking my shit is so heavenly
All on my grind yea my bars they be readily
All you fuck niggas do is sing on the melody
God damn, God blessed you with a talent
I cracked the game with a mallet
I'm on my grind like a savage, not Randy but still ravish
I hope now you gon hear me, it's big screen like a TV
Now I'm real now you feel me, I'm goin ghost you can't see me
Record that, snapchat, bad bitch and her ass fat
I turned the boy into the man, I'm still pushing yea I got a plan god damn
[Hook]
That's ya boyfriend on my line we do not pick it up
Shawty like the way I fuck she always lick it up
Fuck a label self made I got my own paper
I can't settle for no broke hoes no thank you
With my wrist I'm in the kitchen tryna whip it up
Why yo BM at my parties tryna flick it up
I was down bad I ain't takin no favors
They gon see me up now they be real takin