Line of Scrimmage Don Trip

[Intro]
Don't you step 'cross that line
It may cost you your life
Oh
Oh, don't cross that line
Oh (DTdaKidd)
Oh, don't cross that line (Yeah, yeah, beat those drums, yeah)

[Verse]
Keep my name up out your motherfuckin' mouth, bitch, or else
I'll have shooters in your house like an elf on a shelf
Ho you did this to yourself, my lil' partners off the rails
To be honest, don't know why the fuck they let him out that cell
He's a menace to society, he ain't got all his screws
Gotta watch him 'cause he stupid and he might just try me too
My heart cold as a McFlurry, ain't shit sweet, but I'm not worried
He know I will pop his ass and thеn pray for him to get buried
I be tryna keep it civil, but you niggas keep forgеttin'
I come fresh up out the trenches, super heavyweight division
With the monkeys and gorillas, I know prostitutes and dealers
Trey-8118 the jungle, I know college kids and killers
Hold up, how 'bout we just stick to gettin' this bread 'fore shit get ign'ant?
You know all my niggas hitters once you cross the line of scrimmage
I got no use for forgiveness, if it's up, let's touch the ceiling
We come whackin' all your partners 'til the score up double digits
Bitch, I'm volatile, don't bother me, I'm tryna keep it positive
Rather be uplifting, but I still'll feed you hollow tips
I just wanna take my wife to dinner in my rocket ship
She deserves a little one-on-one sometimes without the kids
Think she takin' shots at me and I got zero tolerance
I'll body them, then go home, kick my feet up on the ottoman
I don't do no diss records, just M-16s and shell catchers
So keep me out your motherfuckin' mentions if you know better, on Pif