"Flatline (Outro)" lyrics
(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)
I'on send my lil' niggas on missions by theyselves
9 times out of 10, bitch, I'm right there in the car with 'em
I'on care if we closer than Klay Thompson and Steph
Whenever we come through that bitch, you bet' not be there with 'em
How you gon' run from this bitch? Come here, you can't run from death
Grew up in the trap, watchin' uncle bag up Cocaine and Meth
I ain't scared to die, I know what come with the cards I was dealt
Seen a nigga die at 13, always wondered how that felt
Uh-ha, uh-ha, nigga screamin' for help
Chokin' on his blood, can't nobody hear him but himself
This is not a scrimmage, we in the field foreal like NFL
He already dead, but bro kept shootin' till it's nothin' left
I fuck with the killers, not the rappers, bitch, I'm not a fan
Nigga ran up askin' for a picture, I almost killed the fan
My brother got caught up for a body, the driver took the stand
Bet your patna unlocked that backdoor for a lil' couple grand
Pulled up and caught him walkin' out that door, that shit was perfect timin'
Blitzin' every nigga that play with this shit like defensive lineman
You can be my guest and come and try this shit if you think I'm lyin'
The last one barely made it out, he got on live and started cryin'
Fuckin' pussy
I can't even tell you half the shit I did, 'cause they'll book me
If killin' niggas had a difficulty, I should've be on rookie
This not a micro, this the big dude, I call this Draco Big Boogie
I'on send my lil' niggas on missions by theyselves
9 times out of 10, bitch, I'm right there in the car with 'em
I'on care if we closer than Klay Thompson and Steph
Whenever we come through that bitch, you bet' not be there with 'em
How you gon' run from this bitch? Come here, you can't run from death
Grew up in the trap, watchin' uncle bag up Cocaine and Meth
I ain't scared to die, I know what come with the cards I was dealt
Seen a nigga die at 13, always wondered how that felt
Uh-ha, uh-ha
Hahaha
How that feel?
I'on send my lil' niggas on missions by theyselves
9 times out of 10, bitch, I'm right there in the car with 'em
I'on care if we closer than Klay Thompson and Steph
Whenever we come through that bitch, you bet' not be there with 'em
How you gon' run from this bitch? Come here, you can't run from death
Grew up in the trap, watchin' uncle bag up Cocaine and Meth
I ain't scared to die, I know what come with the cards I was dealt
Seen a nigga die at 13, always wondered how that felt
Uh-ha, uh-ha, nigga screamin' for help
Chokin' on his blood, can't nobody hear him but himself
This is not a scrimmage, we in the field foreal like NFL
He already dead, but bro kept shootin' till it's nothin' left
I fuck with the killers, not the rappers, bitch, I'm not a fan
Nigga ran up askin' for a picture, I almost killed the fan
My brother got caught up for a body, the driver took the stand
Bet your patna unlocked that backdoor for a lil' couple grand
Pulled up and caught him walkin' out that door, that shit was perfect timin'
Blitzin' every nigga that play with this shit like defensive lineman
You can be my guest and come and try this shit if you think I'm lyin'
The last one barely made it out, he got on live and started cryin'
Fuckin' pussy
I can't even tell you half the shit I did, 'cause they'll book me
If killin' niggas had a difficulty, I should've be on rookie
This not a micro, this the big dude, I call this Draco Big Boogie
I'on send my lil' niggas on missions by theyselves
9 times out of 10, bitch, I'm right there in the car with 'em
I'on care if we closer than Klay Thompson and Steph
Whenever we come through that bitch, you bet' not be there with 'em
How you gon' run from this bitch? Come here, you can't run from death
Grew up in the trap, watchin' uncle bag up Cocaine and Meth
I ain't scared to die, I know what come with the cards I was dealt
Seen a nigga die at 13, always wondered how that felt
Uh-ha, uh-ha
Hahaha
How that feel?
