Lyrics Get off My Line - Yo Gotti, Starlito

Get off My Line

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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