Hit My Line

Hard rap verses (140 BPM) → Punchy melodic chorus (70 BPM half-time) → Snap back

Current time: November 10, 2025, 06:22 PM CST

CTE in the cut, frost on the wrist

I am him, exotic bitches on the list

Parish in the back — beat switch

Plug hit my line – blue strips on the grind

Plug hit my line – blue strips on the grind

Drac in the stash – no cap, straight facts

Blue hunnids in the pack – bands do the dash

Jigga hit my jack – bleu cheese in the bag

Load in the back – no lack, that’s gas

Yayo walk with the racks – watch ‘em stack

Trap still poppin’ – run it up, no lag

(Ad-libs, layered)

Plug hit my line – (yeah) blue strips on the grind

Plug hit my line – (skrrt) blue strips on the grind

Drac in the stash – (brrt) no cap, straight facts

Blue hunnids in the pack – (count it) bands do the dash

Jigga hit my jack – (ring) bleu cheese in the bag

Load in the back – (skate) no lack, that’s gas

Yayo walk with the racks – (step) watch ‘em stack

Trap still poppin’ – (forever) run it up, no lag

(Beat slams back to 140 BPM – 808s hit like a hammer)

Whole brick on the seat, vacuum-sealed, plastic crinkle loud

Hunnid grand in the trunk, rubber bands snap, blue strips proud

Plug FaceTime from the port, crates on the dock, seagulls crowd

Touch one of mine, graff switches pop, block lit up like a second line crowd

Exotic bitch in the G-Wagon, toes out, Van Cleef anklet flash

Cartier frames fogged, Chopard on the wrist, she bussin’ in the back, no mask

Scale in the kitchen, wrist whirl hurricane, powder snow in the stash

Pyrex pot bussin’, roux thick, steam fog the Lambo glass

Count up the profit, blue faces rain in the safe, Ben Frank eyes don’t blink

Safe so stuffed, kick the door with the G-Wagon Wraith, carbon fiber clink

Ops on the block, drone in the sky, red dot dance on the brick

Double cup muddy, purple rain, exotic bitch feed me grapes, second line lick

Plug hit my line – (yeah) blue strips on the grind

Plug hit my line – (skrrt) blue strips on the grind

Drac in the stash – (brrt) no cap, straight facts

Blue hunnids in the pack – (count it) bands do the dash

Jigga hit my jack – (ring) bleu cheese in the bag

Load in the back – (skate) no lack, that’s gas

Yayo walk with the racks – (step) watch ‘em stack

Trap still poppin’ – (forever) run it up, no lag

(Beat flips back to 140 BPM – drums reload)

Dawn in the trap, rooster crow, still whippin’ the bird, white dust swirl

Exotic bitch from the Parish, silk robe slip, gumbo scent, no word

Blue strips in the safe, neon glow under blacklight, ultraviolet burn

Range Rover matte black, she slidin’ in, seat warm, leather creak, no turn

Jigga hit my jack, “Ten more,” voice cracklin’ through the static

Load in the Lambo, doors up like wings, ghost ride the traffic

Yayo walk with the racks, blue dust trail on the marble floor

Marble counter g

Marble counter glitter, her BBL pop like a sparkle, extra on the score

Drac in the stash, carbon fiber, suppressor hiss like a snake

Exotic bitch do the snake, tongue out, rizz so strong, mirror break

Gas so loud, neighbors call the ops, smoke vanish in the black

My set pull up, six whips deep, V12 roar, no Jakes in the back

Midnight on the roof, skyline lit, city pulse in my palm

Exotic bitches on the jet, Van Cleef chokers, no bra, nipples hard like a bomb

Plug send the drop, encrypted text, pin drop like a bomb

Blue strips fan out, she lick ‘em like balm, tongue slob

Load in the Sprinter, matte black, smoke windows, ghost in the fog

Ghost plates swap at the dock, she switch the whip, tires screech like a dog

Diamonds dance on the chain, frostbite drip, wrist frost, ice bite like a shark

Exotic bitch count the blue, thumb bleed, blood mix with the spark

Heli on the pad, rotor spin, lift the load to the clouds

She lit off the gas, eyes low, whisper “I am him” out loud

Zydeco in the stash box, trap phone die, burn the SIM, new jack, flame lick the card

Exotic bitches birth blue dreams, still trappin’ on overload, no guard

Plug hit my line – (ring) blue strips on the grind

Plug hit my line – (yeah) blue strips on the grind

Drac in the stash – (brrt) no cap, straight facts

Blue hunnids in the pack – (count it) bands do the dash

Jigga hit my jack – (ring) bleu cheese in the bag

Load in the back – (skate) no lack, that’s gas

Yayo walk with the racks – (step) watch ‘em stack

Trap still poppin’ – (forever) run it up, no lag

(Beat fades with 808 heartbeat…)

Blue strips, big facts

Exotic bitches, my set

2025, still trappin’

Plug hit my line — bet