DJ Unk - Flatline Lyrics

[Intro, Hook: repeat each line x4]
Let's f*ck his ass up!!!
We f*cked his ass up!!!
Now call the ambulance!!!
Flatline!!!

[Verse1:]
.44 ducked off in my Chevy, let's f*ck his ass up.
And if a hata buck, let's beat they ass 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 skeet cha.
Dem western 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, they crunk they doin' they dance.
Security betta check em', or we gone throw dem hands.
Now A-Town stomp dat ass, watch me blow his ass up.
(Aye back up!!!!) call the ambulance, and now you f*cked.
Ready to pick yo ass up, and take you on the stretcher.
We f*cked his ass up, I hope dat God Bless Ya.
Yo team ain't hear to help, you don't won't it wit us.
I told you that we gangstas, let f*ck his ass up.

[Hook]

[Verse2:]
(Flatine!!) his he gone? (Flatline!!!) Lil' Shawty dead.
(Flatine!!) he busted a move, (Flatline!!) we rocked his dreads.
(Flatline!!!) 4 to ya dome, (Flatline!!) I split cha' wig.
Imma grown ass man, I don't play wit f*ckin' 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 gon kick yo ass.
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' for real, Big Oomp we tote the steel.
DJ Unk off in the Lac, ready to twist yo cap back for real.

[Hook]