文本歌词

Uh uh huh uh huh uh
I'll box your f**kin' 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 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 s**t that 'ill make a dead man move
Stop train airplanes fall dawg you gon' lose
I'm on my twist you on my list
I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like s**t
That n***a crack back and I'ma pop off my blick
That n***a Mack back you need to hop off our d**ks
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 n***a what the metal do
But didn't succeed the n***a 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 I'd let the heck lar plug 'em
I don't think they made Kevlar scullys f**k it
I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him
To the bumper d**g 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 hit the 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 I'll 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
Don't get plugged to that machine yea
Machine yea
Hold up he losing air
Flatline
Am I clear
Am I clear
Flatline
Yea
Flatline
B seig'll squeeze the eag' on you
P crack let the Mack rrring on you
Paramedics breath over you
Machines gotta breath for you
Your faggot a*s squad wouldn't bleed for you
Get flatlined I'm the wrong one
Short temper with a long gun
My blick longer that a W I C line
N***az snitch when the law come
You better run when the boy come
P crack'll test his aim on you
RRRRIING
B mack just bang on you
Flesh just hang on you
And I don't know what u been told
But when my Mac unload
I'm guaranteed to turn a n***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
I'm not lying don't get your a*s flatline