Lyrics Frontline - Pouya, Issa Gold, Don Krez

Frontline

Yuh, Yuh
All my shows packed down like LA streets
Counting money till my fingers are weak
I do not speak, I do not eat
With nobody except me and my team
In my fat black Range Rover yeah flip over
Picking hoes up
Just to bring 'em down love to see 'em cry
You are not a friend of mine
Don’t need no one to defend me
My soul is feeling real empty
These hoes don’t make me too happy
But I’ll fuck 'em anyway (duck em every day)
Fuck up out my way
I hope I die a legend
Cause I want to inspire
Lil jits that never been shit
That were too scared to be on that…
Frontline, frontline, frontline
You know I, you know I, bust my bust my bust my
Up on that up on that frontline, frontline, frontline
You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my
I’m with this shit and you not
I got yo bitch on my cock
You are not ready for war
We gone come through and kick open your door (x2)
Door door fucking these whores getting that money like never before bang on me
once ima settle the score (bang on me once ima settle the score)
Cause…
I’m with this shit and you not
I got yo bitch on my cock
You are not ready for war
We gone come through and kick open your door
Fucking these hoes
Getting that money like never before
Call my nigga Pouya come and scoop me in the lot
(In the lot)
See my nigga Krez and Germ they got 350 on the sack
And my nigga Nicki with it pourin' duces in the back
UA Buffet Boys
We eating motherfucker thats a fact
We getting thrown nigga
She smoking strong nigga
Fresh off the tory recruited like 50 hoes with us
I fuck that chick for banquet
That bitch is yours nigga
She love to kiss you repair she
Gives me her soul sinna
(Soul sinna)
Uh
Bet they know we a fact
Ain’t showing up with no racks
My operation in tact
Ain’t cuttin' niggas no slack
Got white hoes on my sack
Who said they never go black?
We ain’t want your hoe take her back
We pick 'em out we dont shack
My niggas ride for their gang
East side to side like a train
We underground gettin payed
These fame started with fake
No conversation less niggas eating like 30k over date
No Grammy nomination but nigga my hotline ringing like Drake
Don’t pass the nigga no mace
My congregation is shaped
Dont need yo music we straight
My niggas never relate
We tour the globe
We ain’t foreign hoes
And we blow it down by the plate
We living slow no criminals
But don’t mean you niggas is safe
Frontline, Frontline, Frontline
You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my
Up on that up on that Frontline, Frontline, Frontline
You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my
I’m with this shit and you not
I got yo bitch on my cock
You are not ready for war
We gone come through and kick open your door (x2)
Door door fucking these whores getting that money like never before bang on me
once I’ma settle the score (bang on me once ima settle the score)
Cause…
I’m with this shit and you not
I got yo bitch on my cock
You are not ready for war
We gone come through and kick open your door