Lil Thousand - Frontline Lyrics

Let's do it
this shit be crazy
How I'm a soldier but on the front line bitch ima stepper
He know he a rat that pussy told he folded for some cheddar
I done rode in hella shit that rolls Royce came with an umbrella
Ian got no time for the bullshit I swiped a bitch up off my schedule
Geeked up n**** talking tuff ain buying what you selling
in the cut n****s masked up they bound to hit ya melon
Won't get touched book me for a show you know that bitch with me
Black truck came from Alabama we drove with straight glizzys.
Curtis Jackson n**** play with this try dying like 50
Getting cash and hella bags we damn near plugged in your city
if you owe better pay the tab think we ain't coming to get it
Swim with the sharks it's hella deep these n****s a drown in the dishes
Ain't no white flags ain't stopping shit no holds on this mission
zipped up for pillow talking get triple crossed in the city
dodging wrecks n****s a dap you then they f*ck around and kill you
Know some snakes they'll slime you out no mask ain't upping no pistol
Make my youngins crash only thang they dodge is a system
throw the n**** a fish fry that tee shirt made with your picture
Don't like it when I'm pissed off im getting money im chilling
n**** die whole crew slide we upping them bitches
ain't posting nun ima get dat get back ima zip who done did it
Sticked up with a shiesty mask n**** I'm laid in the trenches
Im on a hunt all these damn hours im waiting to get em
ion give a f*ck about the money you get respect when it's giving
these n****s ain't grew up how I grew up theses n****s be adolescence
(pussys lil) dun hugged the block with old schools I hang round straight steppers
Yeah allat rah rah shit dun turnt that boy to a straight vegetable
I done turned her up I done got her diamonds n**** straight flexing
I'm suited up in track-hawks n****s and TRex's
say f*ck the cops they get behind this shit they can't catch it
I dun hit the lights im cutting up on his ass I straight left them (lil thousand) back out a foreign look how I'm drifiting bitch I ain't wrecking
like Paul walker or vin diesel bitch I got the wheel
I was popping shit I was up 200 before I signed a deal
I done calmed down from all the stepping had to tell my n****s chill
You gone separate when you peep the fake I'm worth some major Ms
I was in the trap had to push some weight before I hit the gym
Say dis shit street better tie your cleats before you hit the field
Bump stop you get popped some just like a pill
ion give a damn if he on the clock we gone complete the drill
I never take the stand on none of my brothers your honor I plead the 5th
ion want no drank shit damn near fake Ian see the n**** pop the seal
In Buick regals Steven segal bitch I'm hard to kill
Ian going nowhere bitch im frontline till I count a mill
N****"