Flatline

Uh uh huh, uh huh uh
Ill box your ****in head off
Who gon knock the kid off?
None of yall which one of yall come try me
Ill body little homeboy silence that sound boy
Come challenge me please I promise you a homi
And Im dipping in a bonnie and Im 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
Thats one less bullet from my hundred shot UZ
Put your finger in your gun shot wound
Run to spittle and tell em P. Crack not cool
He on that **** that ill make a dead man move
Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon lose
Im on my twist you on my list
I bring the wop out of the spot its on like ****
That ***** crack back and Ima pop off my blick
That ***** Mack back you need to hop off our ****s （brat）
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 didnt succeed the * **** still breath
Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas
With the Mac with the beam that got back in the breeze
Only clap from the neck up Id let the heck-lar plug em
I dont think they made Kevlar scullys **** it
I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him
To the bumper drug him two city blocks
The juice in me and the henny shot
Four perks and a hit of wok
You shoot first if you get the drop
Your deuce work if you hitthe spot
Lose the nurse some one get the doc
Remove his shirt his pressure drop
Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him
FLATLINE
Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy （flatline）
Slow up all that rap Ill 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 rrring yea （rring yea）
Dont get plugged to that machine yea （machine yea）
Hold up he losing air （flatline）
Am I clear? （am I clear?） （Flatline ） yea （flatline）
B seigll squeeze the eag on you,
P crack let the Mack rrring on you
Paramedics breath over you
Machines gotta breath for you
Your faggot ass squad wouldnt bleed for you
Get flatlined Im the wrong one
Short temper with a long gun
My blick longer that a W.I.C. line
****** snitch when the law come
You better run when the boy come
P crackll test his aim on you
RRRRIING!!

B mack just bang on you
Flesh just hang on you
And I dont know what u been told
But when my Mac unload
Im guaranteed to turn a ***** cold
Got ten shots for the present and the top
Risin off Porsche eleven about seven stops
Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop
Im not lying dont get your ass flatline