Flatline

[Intro, Hook: repeat each line x4] Let's f**k his a*s up!!! We f**ked his a*s up!!! Now call the ambulance!!! Flatline!!! [Verse 1:] .44 ducked off in my chevy let's f**k his a*s up And if a hata buck let's f**k they a*s up I'm black skied-masked up whateva is whateva' I'm watchin' niggas posted mixin' fruits and goose togetha' I keep that black beretta I call dat bitch my heater And if you play me close just like a bitch 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 a*s watch me bow his a*s up (Aye back up!!!!) call the ambulance and now you f**ked Ready to pick yo a*s up and take you on the stretcher We f**ked his a*s 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**k his a*s up [Hook] [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 a*s man I don't play wit f**kin' kids These niggas swear they hard these hoes think they bad But when it comes to beef they all act like drags Sissies punks and fags yo life is slippin' fast I hope you go to heaven Tupac gone kick yo a*s I think you need to breathe I'm cold so niggas chill Smoke you a blunt a kush go try to get a deal Niggas bustin' forreal Big Oomp we tote the steel DJ Unk off in the Lac ready to twist yo cap back forreal [Hook]