Lyrics Out of Line - A92 feat. A9Nikz & A9Ksav

We spin the block tryna find these goons
No, we don't pop balloons, we slide ride round there tryna burn a boy
Tryna pop some head or try ching some goons
Look, they really love talk too much but who's on who
Gyallie want me and I want her too
She's got breast and back, that's cool
Ay, we spin the block tryna find these goons
No, we don't pop balloons, we slide ride round there tryna burn a boy
Tryna pop some head or try ching some goons
They really love talk too much but who's on who
Gyallie want me and I want her too
She's got breast and back, that's cool

Yo, they had bro in the can for a very long time
But he's fresh out the box like my kicks from Nike
If you're not the type or your type
Better give me your type, any type, every girl man like
Psyche, I ain't tryna cuff no J bags
Tryna make bags from my J like Mike
I was 15 tryna get me a chain, you was 15 tryna fix chain on bike
Get the dots to your head, no acne
Sadly, I'm fully charged up, no battery
Don't end up like
Get chinged for throwing a slushy, my gang too savvy
Still do it like Drake when I jump man
Jump man, make a man jump, no athlete
Yo, fuck a bad B on the nizz
So instead I'm in the back of this car, no taxi

See me in the real life, man's akhi
I don't beef men say I'm beefing patties
Just do it like Nike, one night
I ride for the po while you in the backseat
If they want war
Pop smoke don't act please, slid to the B and your boys dem back beef
9 boys tell story like Sandy
I still feed my sons in the sun, no Capri
Yo, these opps don't bag, you don't make no bags
I'm tryna draw their blood like fans
These... Boys tryna be like man
Say your name on church but don't slide where we hang
Those stores are the place where they might get banged
Like bando, don't off my fan
How did K get got by me and the gang?

We spin the block tryna find these goons
No, we don't pop balloons, we slide ride round there tryna burn a boy
Tryna pop some head or try ching some goons
Look, they really love talk too much but who's on who
Gyallie want me and I want her too
She's got breast and back, that's cool
Ay, we spin the block tryna find these goons
No, we don't pop balloons, we slide ride round there tryna burn a boy
Tryna pop some head or try ching some goons
They really love talk too much but who's on who
Gyallie want me and I want her too
She's got breast and back, that's cool

These pagan boys [?], we can't really say that we are beefing them
They're broke and we see this beef yeah we pepper them
And if he's Mr creme brulee, then I guess I'm the creme de la creme
And his girl ain't a 10 out of 10
But she held this stick when we walk in the ends
Let me tell you about days we put
Smoke on road, BT... That stick and pole
How be screaming they got
But it ain't our fault that your boy too slow
He got got and his big bro knows
Till now they ain't rid for his little bro
I've got bros back suttin like bone
And I ain't tryna hear that I ain't involved

They say we don't slide to the B but we slide to the B, no Cardi
I just back that wap, tryna make opps sweat, no the same wap as Cardi
Do it like BT take risk like Hardy, she wan play with a boy like Carti
We pull up, pop smoke at the function, baby welcome to the party
Yo, age 16 I was getting them views on grm daily chasing a bike
None of them... Wanna get put in a spliff
So I'm out tryna put 'em in a fight
... Got done by the gang in the B side
Block and he dropped like my pants when I sag
These boys them washed like the TV show
Called Friends, like broski isn't that sad

Tryna leave man red like roses, you don't wanna get got like...
We left... Nn the field like Ricky
You know he had a pain in his chest like covid
... Got flipped and kicked in the head, lucky broski dun poke him
And your boy spent nights in the hospital
Bed, that's peak so I don't wanna hear pimp