Frontline - Pouya, Issa Gold, Don Krez

Yuh, Yuh

All my shows packed down like LA streets

Counting money till my fingers are weak

I do not speak, I do not eat

With nobody except me and my team

In my fat black Range Rover yeah flip over

Picking hoes up

Just to bring 'em down love to see 'em cry

You are not a friend of mine

Don’t need no one to defend me

My soul is feeling real empty

These hoes don’t make me too happy

But I’ll fuck 'em anyway (duck em every day)

Fuck up out my way

I hope I die a legend

Cause I want to inspire

Lil jits that never been shit

That were too scared to be on that…

Frontline, frontline, frontline

You know I, you know I, bust my bust my bust my

Up on that up on that frontline, frontline, frontline

You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my

I’m with this shit and you not

I got yo bitch on my cock

You are not ready for war

We gone come through and kick open your door (x2)

Door door fucking these whores getting that money like never before bang on me

once ima settle the score (bang on me once ima settle the score)

Cause…

I’m with this shit and you not

I got yo bitch on my cock

You are not ready for war

We gone come through and kick open your door

Fucking these hoes

Getting that money like never before

Call my nigga Pouya come and scoop me in the lot

(In the lot)

See my nigga Krez and Germ they got 350 on the sack

And my nigga Nicki with it pourin' duces in the back

UA Buffet Boys

We eating motherfucker thats a fact

We getting thrown nigga

She smoking strong nigga

Fresh off the tory recruited like 50 hoes with us

I fuck that chick for banquet

That bitch is yours nigga

She love to kiss you repair she

Gives me her soul sinna

(Soul sinna)

Uh

Bet they know we a fact

Ain’t showing up with no racks

My operation in tact

Ain’t cuttin' niggas no slack

Got white hoes on my sack

Who said they never go black?

We ain’t want your hoe take her back

We pick 'em out we dont shack

My niggas ride for their gang

East side to side like a train

We underground gettin payed

These fame started with fake

No conversation less niggas eating like 30k over date

No Grammy nomination but nigga my hotline ringing like Drake

Don’t pass the nigga no mace

My congregation is shaped

Dont need yo music we straight

My niggas never relate

We tour the globe

We ain’t foreign hoes

And we blow it down by the plate

We living slow no criminals

But don’t mean you niggas is safe

Frontline, Frontline, Frontline

You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my

Up on that up on that Frontline, Frontline, Frontline

You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my

I’m with this shit and you not

I got yo bitch on my cock

You are not ready for war

We gone come through and kick open your door (x2)

Door door fucking these whores getting that money like never before bang on me

once I’ma settle the score (bang on me once ima settle the score)

Cause…

I’m with this shit and you not

I got yo bitch on my cock

You are not ready for war

We gone come through and kick open your door