flatline lyrics – unk

[intro, hook: repeat each line x4]
let’s f*ck his *ss up!!!
we f*cked his *ss up!!!
now call the ambulance!!!

[verse 1:]
.44 ducked off in my chevy let’s f*ck his *ss up
and if a hata buck let’s f*ck they *ss up
i’m black skied-masked up whateva is whateva’
i’m watchin’ n*gg*s posted mixin’ fruits and goose togetha’
i keep that black beretta i call dat b*tch my heater
and if you play me close just like a b*tch man imma ski cha’
dem westin twins will meet cha’ can greet cha’ like a feature
and change up all ya features call da red cross to treat cha’
the club is off a meters the crunk they doin’ they dance
security betta check em’ or we gone throw dem hands
now a-town stomp dat *ss watch me bow his *ss up
(aye back up!!!!) call the ambulance and now you f*cked
ready to pick yo *ss up and take you on the stretcher
we f*cked his *ss up i hope dat god bless ya
yo team ain’t hear to help ya do want it wit us
i told you that we gangstas let f*ck his *ss up


[verse 2:]
(flatine!!) his he gone? (flatline!!!) lil’ shawty dead
(flatine!!) he bust a move (flatline!!) we rocked his dreads
(flatline!!!) 4 to ya dome (flatline!!) i split cha’ wig
imma grown *ss man i don’t play wit f*ckin’ kids
these n*gg*s swear they hard these hoes think they bad
but when it comes to beef they all act like drags
sissies punks and f*gs yo life is slippin’ fast
i hope you go to heaven tupac gone kick yo *ss
i think you need to breathe i’m cold so n*gg*s chill
smoke you a blunt a kush go try to get a deal
n*gg*s bustin’ forreal big oomp we tote the steel
dj unk off in the lac ready to twist yo cap back forreal


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