Flatline - Fly Union

Yeah, I’m floatin', high up and I’m coastin'

Got a cup of that potion, walkin' in slow motion

She seen a nigga on stage, and I got all open

Trying not to fornicate, in deep sea, not ocean

I done came up in a long time, attackin' it, K-9

Just hit me on that phone line, hit me on that phone line

She love me cause I’m her only, listen to my story

If you don’t know me by now then you probably never know me

We going hard, full throttle, drinking Henn out the bottle

Lamping out on Fairfax, and looking for a model

My niggas out here stunting, just keep it a hundred

Young OG’s and we run it, young OG’s and we run it

Don’t get out of line, don’t get out of line

Don’t get out of line, don’t get out of line

Don’t get out of line, don’t get out of line

Don’t get out of line, don’t get out of line

I know a girl named Mercedes, drives a Mercedes

She pick me up sometimes and go ride around the city

Now where I’m from that Northside, where niggas lay you flatline,

niggas lay you flatline

Knockout, nap time

Same shit, different day

Nigga like me in that same trap

These days I get double pay, how you feel about that?

Bitch all on my dick, told her watch out for my strap

Hit her once and I let her go, and I bet I never get back

All the shit that I do, these garbage niggas can’t do that

That’s why they holler your name, and all the hoes is like, «Who that?»

I’m like, «True that!»

I balloon cash, that double time, that holiday pay

3 o’clock and I’m vibin' out and these niggas think I’m on vacay

Hit the range with a bad bitch, she popping off with that AK

Rat-a-tat with a half a carat on her pinky ring, that swag shit

Ooh baby your bang face, tell these hoes they got nothing for you

Tell these niggas to kick rocks unless they pull it out and get to bucking for

you

Rhetorical, is it cheating if you don’t get caught?

Tell me who place fair, laissez faire

I’m in too deep, only coming up for air

Been here, like nothing new

To all the girls singing along to they loving the crew

They was talking 'bout you, we just point and laugh like, «Who's who?»

I don’t kiss and tell, no PDA, no XO, no tic-tac-toe

No love games, fuck out of here like you can’t stay, you can’t stay

You probably right, I’m probably wrong

I’m running shit, probably stepped in it

And I party hard, get off my dick

The last 6 months I been celibate

The back of the VIP, that’s where you find me

The front of the VIP, I’m macking hoes, my crew behind me

No, I don’t fuck with niggas that don’t fuck with me

No, I don’t fuck with niggas

I took the bait, she invited me over, you was out of the state

I’m sorry, what you want me to say?

Long as you love her

I don’t judge 'em, I just can’t trust 'em

My karma gone be a motherfucka', balling in Balmain muhfucka'

Feeling Durant at the Rucker, fucka'

Fuck out of here, I been here, like yesterday, like yesteryear

I need a Porsche to change gears

And I’m styling on 'em, make 'em change gear

Being broke the only thing I fear

Gotta sell a mill for the 2012

And next year, take off your girl get over here

I know a girl named Mercedes, drives a Mercedes

She pick me up sometimes and go ride around the city

Now where I’m from that Southside, where niggas lay you flatline,

niggas lay you flatline

Knockout, nap time