Get off My Line - Yo Gotti, Starlito

Young Nigga Shit from here on out

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Get off my line hoe (no)

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

What is you lyin' fo

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

Get off my line hoe (no)

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

What is you lyin' fo

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

Ok, verse Uno

Version, you know

This lyin' ass, fine ass bitch, that’s my new hoe

Strut match the strut, that’s my two-do

Got a seven shooter with my left, Toni Kukoc

Call me Lito, a walkin' talkin' hero

Call me what you want, just don’t call the people

Back to my bitch though

Tell y’all bout this hoe

Like I don’t know, she only want a nigga cause my wrist glow

This trash bag stay with the drum, with some pistols

Yeah I got a 40 and a 9, San Francisco

Bitch always call whenever they playin' my video

Like I don’t hear it in the background

Sayin' she dig it

Get off my line hoe (no)

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

What is you lyin' fo

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

Ok, I gets the first dough

And this a worse-some hoe

I don’t feel like gettin' no head

And I ain’t got no purp to smoke

Last week I fucked my ex, that be the worse though

Just read a text, and it said «Let's get personal»

I ain’t got no rear view, and my reverse broke

So leave the past where it’s at, give it the hearse so

I was lit, and you was with it

That was it, it ain’t worth mo

Before I take you back, I’d prolly go run track, in some church clothes

Exactly, a track meet with some slacks colored khaki

With some Steve Urkel suspenders and some Stacy Adams to match

You was hard on a nigga when I first started trappin'

Don’t call this phone no mo

Matter fact, you can have it

Get off my line hoe (no)

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

What is you lyin' fo

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

It go uno, dos, tres, quatro

Lightskin, dumb thick, I got that bitch from Vato

Hook me up with a friend of a friend

Told me that bitch had a Benz

So when I call, I press send

Never again

Get off my line hoe

I’m on my grind hoe

You playin' games and shit, I ain’t got time hoe

That’s why I fire hoes

As quick as I find hoes

You can’t be serious bitch

Know how that line goes

Get off my line hoe

Change that number on em

She got that major head, but my homies on her

And they go «Hello, who is this»

«I'm kinda busy, can you call me back»

Now I never answer the phone again

You don’t know how to act

Get off my line hoe (no)

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

I don’t wanna hear it

What is you lyin' fo

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious

Bitch you can’t be serious