Line Em Up

(Hey) I had a Benz when you had a bike , uh All this cocaine got me actin' white You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend She say I got a vanilla aftertaste Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave Harrell Park, it ain't nothin' like Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart, damn Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (Smoke) Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es Uzis, .223's, TEC's, semi-automatic, reflex Bullet ain't got no name, but these no-names ain't got no respect Put some respect on my name, don't know where I got that from Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even know what I'm mad for, woo 'Cause it's hard to ignore the bullshit when it can't flush, woo Tryna dodge and duck, but you can't duck, nigga, blaow Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy, Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up These niggas quack me up, brrah, better Donald Duck Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah Line 'em up, I'm anonymous Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dawgs I'm comin' back with the dawgs Go at my neck, I'm comin' back at your skull (Gone) I'm comin' back with her drawers Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah I put the stash in the wall Thirty round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah 'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah I played the hands I was taught Family man, your family involved, damn Family tree, branches gon' fall Actin' an ass, no actin' at all, no All of the cameras is off You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh We dunk on 'em, back in the form I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin' white Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up These niggas quack me up (Quack me up), better Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) Line 'em up, sign 'em up I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up Smoke, smoke (Gas 'em up), smoke, smoke (Pile 'em up) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow Smokin' Donald Duck I see you backin' up You better Donald Duck You niggas crack me up You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow Line 'em up, grrt You better Donald Duck, yeah Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke Funeral