Hit My Line - Powers Pleasant, Jay Critch, Joey Bada$$

Ooh

Ooh, yeah

Ooh

Ooh

And you know I got the

My little baby be on it, ask what she gon' home it

Twist, snag, I need 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 moment

Type of girl you wanna bring to your mamas

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, we don’t do Benihanas

Ain’t got a question, know she’s 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

I was tryna pull up and come get you

Tryna get comfortable with you

Maybe live like a with you

But I don’t really know if I’m wit' it yet

One thing for sure is that pussy is heaven sent

You not the only girl that could get it wet

I could get one to replace you as evident

But I can’t lie, she the realest

This why I don’t do the feelin’s

I’m not with the young, I just seal it

I was just thinkin' 'bout millions

I don’t want the stress, I done made it out

I ain’t got shit to complain about

All ice, diamonds pop, like they breakin' out

Blue racks when I’m checkin' my 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, pass the litmus

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

Fuck on yo' bitch when I’m back on the road

Niggas be fakin', they breakin' a code

Tell that lil', 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-