Hit My Line 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Davon]
Bitch, don't hit my line 'cause I'm not with that f*ck shit
If you not talkin' bout that bag, then I'm not for discussion
I got these niggas talkin' down, makin' dumb ass assumptions
But I guess it comes around, cause, my nigga, I run shit

[Chorus: Yung Davon]
Bitch, don't hit my line 'cause I'm not with that f*ck shit
If you not talkin' bout that bag, then I'm not for discussion
I got these niggas talkin' down, makin' dumb ass assumptions
But I guess it comes around cause my nigga, I run shit, like
Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy
Ask me how I'm feelin', ayy, I feel like a villain, ayy
Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy
Fake shit, I don't feel it, ayy, I feel like the realest, ayy

[Verse 1: Yung Davon]
All these niggas switching sides but that's a part of the plan
And I got all these bitches talkin' so I guess I'm the man
Please don't hit me with your problems if you got no advance
I seen this nigga that was talking and I swear that he ran
Cause I'm not with the f*ck shit, no discussion, got these bitches bummin'
All up in the function, bitch, I'm thumbin', drippin' when I come in
I'm not with your dumb shit, wanna talk, I wanna see you runnin'
Blow holes like a Funyun, wanna thot that got me just like "f*ck it"
No, I don't f*ck these hoes, yes, I still got these bitches
No, I will never fold so tell your man to mind his business
All up in my f*ckin' business, niggas lazy, never get it
Try to play me, bitch, you trippin', talkin' crazy, I'ma get 'em

[Chorus: Yung Davon & Starman Deluxe]
Bitch, don't hit my line 'cause I'm not with that f*ck shit
If you not talkin' bout that bag, then I'm not for discussion
I got these niggas talkin' down, makin' dumb ass assumptions
But I guess it comes around cause my nigga, I run shit, like
Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy
Ask me how I'm feelin', ayy, I feel like a villain, ayy
Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy
Fake shit, I don't feel it, ayy, I feel like the realest, ayy (no, no, no)

[Verse 2: Starman Deluxe]
I told you once, please don't make me have to say it again
All you wanna do is hit my line and f*ckin' pretend
Bitch, I seen through your bullshit, I know you ain't no friend
I don't care 'bout your issues, I just want this to end Ayy, bitch, don't hit my line cause I don't give a f*ck
Tell your man that his damn crying, he can f*ckin' run up
If you're tryna waste my time, I hope you know just what's up
I ain't gonna hit you back so you should prolly give up
You know what's up, ho, don't even buy that bitch
We gonna stand for the fakes, bitch, I don't want throat
Smokin' those Milds, I know your shit must kinda stink
Yeah, I feel like Thanos, off these shits
A villain to these hoes and tricks
My nine is close, so gettin' dipped
Don't hit my line, not with your shit

[Chorus: Yung Davon & kid c.]
Bitch, don't hit my line 'cause I'm not with that f*ck shit
If you not talkin' bout that bag, then I'm not for discussion
I got these niggas talkin' down, makin' dumb ass assumptions
But I guess it comes around cause my nigga, I run shit, like
Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy
Ask me how I'm feelin', ayy, I feel like a villain, ayy (yah, ayy)
Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy (ayy, ooh)
Fake shit, I don't feel it, ayy, I feel like the realest, ayy (yah, yah)

[Verse 3: kid c.]
Bitch, don't hit my line, you ain't impressing me, nah
(ain't impressing me!)
Talking shit but you can't even craft a melody, huh (melody!)
You getting hype when I've got all of that adrenaline, yuh
(adrenaline!)
But I won't bite that bait because I'm ahead of it, yuh (ahead of it!)
I don't give a f*ck and I hope you know that, yeah
(know that, know that!)
I wanna chill, I want some peace but keep it low down
(keep it low down!)
They want me singing and then willin', wanting both now
(wantin' both now!)
But f*ck it, I don't answer to you, I'm alone now (I'm alone now!)
But I go hard in this bitch like I'm Waka Flocka Flame
(Waka Flocka!)
Do the charts in a minute, hear me croonin' 'bout the pain
(croonin' 'bout my!)
All that sicko, crazy shit and you know I ain't gonna fake
(I ain't gonna-)
All the shit that I've been going through
I don't need no apologies, stay out my lane, CVTE (ayy!)

[Outro: Yung Davon]
Bitch, don't hit my shit, you ain't on my shit
Ask me how I'm feelin', I feel like a villain
Bitch, don't hit my shit, you ain't on my shit
Fake shit, I don't feel it, I feel like the realest

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