Bang My Line - RJmrLA, O.T. Genasis

Give your girl good dick, make her piss her bed

She get you hook up in that water, watch her fish her man

She switchin' hands, go hibachi like she Ms. Japan

I’m switchin' Lams, switch the Rovers out in Switzerland

They roll over and retire like it’s Michelin

You know me, I’m OT with the bitch again

She OD about the D like it’s Michigan

Spread limbs with my trees, ain’t no keys on my keys

Had them twins doing threes, fucking friends and enemies

My pants from Italy, ayy, bands on guillotine, ayy

Twins from Sicily, got plans to hit a beat

They been running through these rappers like it’s hip-hop

They said all lives matter, I said, «Bitch, stop»

Just liplock 'till your panties get that drip spot

I just fucked they monkey ass in Bape flip flops

Oh, hold up

I got some time to roll up

Ah, ah, pay me to show up

You not a man, you’d go up

Bitch, don’t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)

You ain’t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)

Oh, wait

Oh, hold up

I got some time to roll up

Ah, gotta pay me to show up

You not a man, you’d go up

Bitch, don’t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)

You ain’t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, hold up, yeah, oh, wait)

Oh, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)

I got some time to roll up (Roll up that dope)

You gotta pay me to show up

You not a man, you’d go up

Bitch, don’t bang my line (O.T.)

You ain’t gotta bang my line

Oh, wait

Don’t call my phone, don’t text me, bitch (Yeah)

All this ice on me, Wayne Gretzkey, bitch (Ah)

Runnin' 'round town, yeah, you know you a ho

You done fucked every nigga, now you calling 'em bro

Yeah, you look good, baby, but you ain’t shit

Should’ve been a baseball 'cause you do get hit

You a plan B, Plan A ain’t fittin' you right

Speaking of Plan B, that’s what you took last night (Ugh)

You gon' need a oil change on that broke ass Benz

Told you 'bout hanging with your broke ass friends

Ain’t gon' never be a main, you ain’t stable

You a side piece and you at another nigga table

Nobody picking up, bitch, don’t hit me

You done got everybody, you ain’t gon' get me

It’s some shit that you just don’t get

You should’ve been in gymnastics, you a flip

Oh, hold up

I got some time to roll up

Ah, ah, pay me to show up

You not a man, you’d go up

Bitch, don’t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)

You ain’t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)

Oh, wait

Oh, hold up

I got some time to roll up

Ah, gotta pay me to show up

You not a man, you’d go up

Bitch, don’t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)

You ain’t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, hold up, yeah, oh, wait)

Oh, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)

I got some time to roll up (Roll up that dope)

You gotta pay me to show up

You not a man, you’d go up

Bitch, don’t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)

You ain’t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)

Oh, wait