[Intro: 9LOKKNINE]
I'm like why they talkin' out they neck?
Ayy, ayy, them n***as talk, but they ain't 'bout shit (At all)
My n***as spinnin', they gon' wet, mmh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, it's lil' Glokk, you know what's up with him (It's Budda Beats)

[Chorus: FredRarrii]
N***as talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up (Line 'em up)
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
N***as talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for

[Verse 1: FredRarrii]
I don't Twitter beef, I'm really in the streets
D-Wade, I be really ridin' with the heat
My favorite Glock, LeBron James, 23
In other words, I give a fuck about my enemies
These n***as talkin' so tough, I'm sendin' headshots
We real shooters, ain't nobody sendin' leg shots
I got sixty n***as (On God), I got sixty triggers (That's real)
See, I walk the streets and hit the club with sixty killers
I'm in a fast whip with a fast bitch
She eat the dick fast, hope I don't crash it
[Chorus: FredRarrii]
N***as talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up (Line 'em up)
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
N***as talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for

[Verse 2: 9LOKKNINE]
I put ten racks up on your head, I fold the bank inside my duffel
That boy can't rap about that pain shit 'cause he ain't experience that struggle
Yeah, mama, yeah, I'm that bastard child, and I'm the motherfucker
I got some jits who want some money, they just waitin' for a come-up
Like them jits got all the bread and we can't even get a crumble
I go to swearin' in this bitch and get mad, put it on my mama
Like if you felt like that, you should've came to me, n***a, not no woman
These n***as be pillow talkin' to hoes, how lil' Nine the topic of your subject?
I give your main n***a somethin' to read, about that bread, this shit get ugly
And all that tough shit they be talkin', it be different when we out in public
They ain't on nothin'

[Chorus: FredRarrii]
N***as talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up (Line 'em up)
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
N***as talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
[Verse 3: Yungeen Ace]
Yeah, n***as screamin' out war, where the opps at? (Where the opps at?)
Shoot a n***a broad day, where the cops at?
Line up (Line up)
This shit get dangerous, keep that iron tucked
Get your head bust
I want him dead, I put that bread up
Late night, we creeping
My killer tweakin', he snort a line of coke
You would think them trappers Boyardee the way they on the stove
Ask me where the plug at, bitch, you would never know
We just got a drop on all the opps, it's time to slide out
Pull up on they block, he think it's smart, I knock his mind out
We ready to step and you never seen
They post on the corner, we clear the scene
Two Glocks and thirties and red beams
Kill his whole family like what you mean?

[Chorus: FredRarrii]
N***as talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up (Line 'em up)
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for
N***as talkin' that tough shit, I line 'em up
I hide your body, so uh, they can't find you, bruh
I put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
Just let the world know what you really hidin' for