Flatline (feat. Peedi Peedi)

I'll box your fuckin' head off, who gon' knock the kid off

None of y'all which one of y'all, come try me

I'll body little homeboy, silence that sound, boy

Come challenge me please, I promise you a homi'

And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county

And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool

So I hate for you to run up, get one up in your stomach

That's one less bullet off my hunnid shot uz'

Put your finger in your gun shot wound

Run to the 'spital and tell 'em P Crack not cool

He on that shit that'll make a dead man move

Stop train, airplanes fall, dog, you gon' lose

I'm on my twist, you on my list

I bring the wop out of the spot, it's on like shit

That **** crack back and I'ma pop off my blick

That **** Mack back, you need to hop off our dicks

Fresh out the federal, cases I got several

About four or five, just had to settle two

They said I try to show a **** what the metal do

But didn't succeed, the **** still breathe

I tell 'em, please, I woulda hit him in his p's

With the Mac, with the beam that got back in the breeze

Only clap from the neck up, I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em

I don't think they made Kevlar scullys, fuck it

I shoulda let the AR touched him, cuffed him

To the bumper, drug him two city blocks

The juice in me and the Henny shot

Four percs' and a hit of wop

You shot first if you get the drop

Your deuce work if you hit the spot

Lose the nurse, someone get the doc'

Remove his shirt, shit, his pressure drop

Check his vital signs

He's hemorrhaging, finish him, flatline

Load it up, roll up, BLAT boy, flat boy (Flatline)

Slow up, all that rap get that boy clapped, boy (Flatline)

Oh, no, here we go another (Flatline)

P crack, B mack is back, boy (Flatline)

Get him up outta here, ring yeah

Don't get plugged up to the machine, yeah

Hold up, he losin' air (Flatline)

Am I clear (Flatline)

Yeah (Flatline)

B Seig'll squeeze the eag' on you

P crack, let the Mack ring on you

Paramedics breathe over you

Machine's gotta breathe for you

You faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you

Get flatlined, I'm the wrong one

Short temper with a long gun

My blick longer than a W.I.C. line

**** snitch when the law come

You better run when they boy come

Ring, P crack'll test his aim on you

B mack just bang on you

Flesh just hang on you

And I don't know what you been told

But when my Mac unload, I'm guaranteed to turn a **** cold

Got ten shots for the present and the top

Risin' off Ocean Eleven about seven stops

Get back on this gat, I throw it for my pop

I'm not lying, don't get your ass flatlined

Load it up, roll up, BLAT boy, flat boy (Flatline)

Slow up, all that rap get that boy clapped, boy (Flatline)

Oh, no, here we go another (Flatline)

P crack, B mack is back, boy (Flatline)

Get him up outta here, ring yeah

Don't get plugged up to the machine, yeah

Hold up, he losin' air (Flatline)

Am I clear (Flatline)

Yeah (Flatline)