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(Intro, Hook: repeat each line x4)
Let's f**k his *** up!!!
We f**ked his *** up!!!
Now call the ambulance!!!
Flatline!!!
(Verse 1:)
.44 ducked off in my chevy let's f**k his *** up
And if a hata buck let's f**k they *** up
I'm black skied-masked up whateva is whateva'
I'm watchin' *** posted mixin' fruits and goose togetha'
I keep that black beretta I call dat *** my heater
And if you play me close just like a *** man Imma ski cha'
Dem westin 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 the crunk they doin' they dance
Security betta check em' or we gone throw dem hands
Now A-Town stomp dat *** watch me bow his *** up
(Aye back up!!!!) call the ambulance and now you f**ked
Ready to pick yo *** up and take you on the stretcher
We f**ked his *** up I hope dat God Bless Ya
Yo team ain't hear to help ya do want it wit us
I told you that we gangstas let f**k his *** up
(Hook)
(Verse 2:)
(Flatine!!) his he gone? (Flatline!!!) Lil' Shawty dead
(Flatine!!) he bust a move (Flatline!!) we rocked his dreads
(Flatline!!!) 4 to ya dome (Flatline!!) I split cha' wig
Imma grown *** man I don't play wit f**kin' kids
These *** swear they hard these hoes think they bad
But when it comes to beef they all act like drags
Sissies punks and *** yo life is slippin' fast
I hope you go to heaven Tupac gone kick yo ***
I think you need to breathe I'm cold so *** chill
Smoke you a blunt a kush go try to get a deal
*** bustin' forreal Big Oomp we tote the steel
DJ Unk off in the Lac ready to twist yo cap back forreal
(Hook)