Текст песни Hit My Line (feat. Jay Critch, Joey Bada$$ & AKTHESAVIOR) - Joey Bada$$ , AKTHESAVIOR , Jay Critch , Powers Pleasant

Ooh
Ooh, yeah
Ooh
Ooh
And you know I got the

My little baby be on it, ask what she gon′ home with
Twist, snag, I'm in the moment
Fuckboy shit, she don′t condone it
Gimme that brain, know she got a diploma
Pussy so good, make me fall in a coma
Think about it, give a nigga a boner
Work of art, she belong in a MOMA
Type of girl you wanna bring to your mama
She play it cool, never startin' no drama
Love her 'cause she just be stackin′ her commas
President shit like Michelle and Obama
Piña coladas when we in Bahamas
We go to Nobu, don′t do Benihanas
Ain't gotta question, I know she a rider
Anything that she need, you know that I got

You gotta hit my line, line, line
Shorty so fine, fine, fine
Runnin′ through my mind, mind, mind
Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
She gotta hit my line, line, line
Shorty so fine, fine, fine
Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
She gotta hit my—

I thought you was up when I hit you (Up when I hit you)
I was tryna pull up and come get you (Skrrt)
Tryna get comfortable with you (Comfortable with you)
Maybe live like a Huxtable with you (Huxtable with you)
But I don′t really know if I'm wit′ it yet
One thing for sure is that pussy is heaven sent (Heaven sent)
You not the only girl that could get it wet
I could get one to replace you, it's evident (Evident)
But I can't lie, she the realest
This why I don′t do the feelin′s (Don't do the feelin′s)
I'm not with the young, I just seal it
I was just thinkin′ 'bout millions (Thinkin′ 'bout millions, yeah)
I don't want the stress, I done made it out
I ain′t got shit to complain about (Uh)
All ice, diamonds pop, like they breakin′ out
Blue racks when I'm checkin′ the bank account

You gotta hit my line, line, line
Shorty so fine, fine, fine
Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
She gotta hit my line, line, line
Shorty so fine, fine, fine
Runnin′ through my mind, mind, mind
Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
She gotta hit my—

AK, he stay on this pivot
Travel only for the ticket
Smokin' weed, defying physics
Yeah, I′m high, passing limits
Save your life without a halo, a nigga just tryna go get it
Sippin' Henny 'til I piss it, demigod, how I′m liftin′
Nigga I'm passin′ the limits, I'm treatin′ this shit like a scrimmage
Tell her "Let's skate",
Like its Venice, after like, "Reggie, I hit it"
Back to her man now she chillin′
Fuckin' yo' bitch when I′m back on the road
Niggas be fakin′, they breakin' the code
Tell her to back it up, I got the pole
Rover Street niggas, but still got my soul

You gotta hit my line, line, line
Shorty so fine, fine, fine
Runnin′ through my mind, mind, mind
Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
She gotta hit my line, line, line
Shorty so fine, fine, fine
Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
She gotta hit my—