Flatline
Yea I'm that nigga till the day that I flatline
Put a stack on my wrist cause it's that time
No I ain't got no pets when I see her I check always make sure that cat fine
Can't keep a little no I need a lot
Tired of that corner but not beating the block
Beating that pussy she never say stop
Then We do it again after I count up the guap
I been that nigga
I Been flipping figures
You playing them games we playing wit triggers
Don't hang wit randoms my niggas is killers
And Fuck all that drama we get to the skrilla
Don't talk to me unless you talk bout a bag
Money on my mind same thing on my rag
Hang wit the gang no we don't need no flags
Niggas talking like bitches you sound like the feds
You know I stay rolling yea just like a wheel
Spent hella days tryna get me a meal
I aint shaking no hands we ain't making no deal
And I gave up on them feelings so it's fuck how you feel
Bitch I'm from Baltimore west side where I be
Zone 17, you cant get shit for free
You smoke outta ounces we smoke out the P
And if you want it just call and cop it from me
Yea I'm that nigga till the day that I flatline
Put a stack on my wrist cause it's that time
No I ain't got no pets when I see her I check always make sure that cat fine
Can't keep a little no I need a lot
Tired of that corner but not beating the block
Beating that pussy she never say stop
Then We do it again after I count up the guap
I feel like a truck the way I burn so much diesel
Don't hang wit no rats or it's pop goes the weasel
Do what I please give a fuck if it's legal
Only fucking wit shorty if it's bald like a eagle
Stay on my grind no I ain't got the time
Niggas do shit in the dark just to make they self shine
Pussy niggas bluffing don't know why they lying
And you wonder why them bluffing ass niggas be dying
I got that work
38 in the shirt
Wake up in the morning and pop me a perk
Shit getting real a nigga trying not to Kirk
Every time I turn around another bro in the dirt
Man that shit hurt but I gotta reload it
The way my words flow imma trap poet
Got my foot in the door naww I can't sugar coat it
Don't fuck wit most niggas and I think that they know it
Put a stack on my wrist cause it's that time
No I ain't got no pets when I see her I check always make sure that cat fine
Can't keep a little no I need a lot
Tired of that corner but not beating the block
Beating that pussy she never say stop
Then We do it again after I count up the guap
I been that nigga
I Been flipping figures
You playing them games we playing wit triggers
Don't hang wit randoms my niggas is killers
And Fuck all that drama we get to the skrilla
Don't talk to me unless you talk bout a bag
Money on my mind same thing on my rag
Hang wit the gang no we don't need no flags
Niggas talking like bitches you sound like the feds
You know I stay rolling yea just like a wheel
Spent hella days tryna get me a meal
I aint shaking no hands we ain't making no deal
And I gave up on them feelings so it's fuck how you feel
Bitch I'm from Baltimore west side where I be
Zone 17, you cant get shit for free
You smoke outta ounces we smoke out the P
And if you want it just call and cop it from me
Yea I'm that nigga till the day that I flatline
Put a stack on my wrist cause it's that time
No I ain't got no pets when I see her I check always make sure that cat fine
Can't keep a little no I need a lot
Tired of that corner but not beating the block
Beating that pussy she never say stop
Then We do it again after I count up the guap
I feel like a truck the way I burn so much diesel
Don't hang wit no rats or it's pop goes the weasel
Do what I please give a fuck if it's legal
Only fucking wit shorty if it's bald like a eagle
Stay on my grind no I ain't got the time
Niggas do shit in the dark just to make they self shine
Pussy niggas bluffing don't know why they lying
And you wonder why them bluffing ass niggas be dying
I got that work
38 in the shirt
Wake up in the morning and pop me a perk
Shit getting real a nigga trying not to Kirk
Every time I turn around another bro in the dirt
Man that shit hurt but I gotta reload it
The way my words flow imma trap poet
Got my foot in the door naww I can't sugar coat it
Don't fuck wit most niggas and I think that they know it
Credits
Writer(s): Martece Warren, Ts Stride
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