Line Em Up

Line Em Up
TRANSCRIBING ATM, PLS DONT EDIT
M-M-M-Murda
I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, ni***, I'm a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend

She said I got a vanilla aftertaste
Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave
A real pump, it ain't nothin' like South Park
Pistol whip you 'till you know the serial number by heart
Sit the trap on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze
Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es
Uzis, .223s, Tecs, semi-automatic, reflex
Bullet ain't got no name, but these no names ain't got no respect
Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even know what I'm mad for
Whoo, ‘cause it's hard to ignore the bullshit when it can't flush
I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, ni***, I'm a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
These niggas
Line 'em up
I'ma grind 'em up
Smoke, smoke
Smoke
Line 'em up
Funeral