Lil Poppa – Frontline lyrics

Frontline By Lil Poppa

KimJ Ballin on these hoes huh
Young Ting you going crazy

Promise I won’t fall for no sucka s— (never)
And if you talking murder then we loving it
But your street cred don’t mean s— when it’s over with
Cuz’ them white folks only know you by your government
But it’s forever f— them n—–, we still at war about that other s—
I should’ve never trust them n—– but he gone get it just for f—— with me
Cuz’ I ain’t got it I ain’t ya dog no more
What you ain’t f—— with me
I told hitta slide I don’t know why I’m feeling lucky

If you catch a n—- on that front line then you bust it
One shooter just came home from doing time he kinda rusty
Connie told me you gotta take ya time why you rushing
And through the truth I see a bunch of lies I don’t trust it
And it was hard times bills late gotta make something shake
Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face
And you know I ain’t lying, a n—- play it go down in broad day
Tryna put a p—- n—- in his place

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I’m tryna send a p—- n—- outta space
Heaven gates, Chevy straight
CP3 ok & Baby Tay great
It can go down any time any place it ain’t safe
A lot of s— I won’t say, tell them n—– dig up they graves
My n—– military minded, they won’t slide without them K’s
Lil one stepping for them jays, he catch it I’m sending plays
I told him if you catch him, you stretch him I’m in a rage
And this some s— he do off the love it ain’t bout the pay
Say this some s— he do for the fun, knock off his face
I got different hoes telling me they love me outta state
And no we don’t go on dates I can’t let em’ catch me slipping out with bae
Cuz you know we done caught em’ slipping with his babies

If you catch a n—- on that front line then you bust it
One shooter just came home from doing time he kinda rusty
Connie told me you gotta take ya time why you rushing
And through the truth I see a bunch of lies I don’t trust it
And it was hard times bills late gotta make something shake
Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face
And you know I ain’t lying, a n—- play it go down in broad day
Tryna put a p—- n—- in his place

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I’m tryna send a p—- n—- outta space
Heaven gates, Chevy straight
CP3 ok & Baby Tay great

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