Don't you step past that line
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherficker up)
It might cost you your life, huh

Don't you cross that line, nigga
That's how mamas cryin' and all these niggas get to dyin', nigga
40 bullets small as hill, but it rearrange your spine, nigga
I want the da and the judge dead, call me baby brown, nigga
Baby boy, pop out with your glock
I left some shills all on they block
God, this shit keep happenin' to me
Shit, it's on god, to hill or not
Shit, I'ma leave 'em smelly, rotten
Send some bullets through they spot
I don't take no molly, pissy nigga
I need two percs and a blunt of 'za

Shit, is you rockin' out or not?
Got niggas tryna go against me
I been movin' too dimn fast
Might take some years to catch up with me
Still be tweakin' out 'bout vissi
Dimn, baba, I know you miss me
Used to disrespect my family, I really wish I would've listened
Haha, I'm really ficked up when they miss me
I'm front line about this shit, you cross it, pop you in your fitted
Shit been really fickin' with me, I'm havin' bad dreams at night
I can't believe you crossed me, mike, used to be my brother, right?
When I catch your ass, I'ma stretch ya, on my mama, bitch, do better
Swear my closet worth two hundred, I got twenty moncler sweaters
Screamin' fick a baby mama, that bitch been grievin' since I left her
Hood nigga, 'wood and my cup, my wings be lemon pepper

Don't you cross that line, nigga
That's how mamas cryin' and all these niggas get to dyin', nigga
40 bullets small as hill, but it rearrange your spine, nigga
I want the da and the judge dead, call me baby brown, nigga
Baby boy, pop out with your glock
I left some shills all on they block
God, this shit keep happenin' to me
Shit, it's on god, to hill or not
Shit, I'ma leave 'em smelly, rotten
Send some bullets through they spot
I don't take no molly, pissy nigga
I need two percs and a blunt of 'za