Flatline

Lyrics

[Intro: TOBi] Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists [Verse 1: TOBi] Bow before the queen, ha, not in this lifetime Thoughts black as the death that flow through the pipelines Blick Black like tar, oil slick As long I live, I'll live Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists Everything on shine, look inside, homie Shawty gettin' electric when she think of tryna slide on me Mind over matter, oh, you mad? I don't mind, homie I ain't got the fuckin' time now to shuck and jive, homie, nah Young Bruce Wayne out the bat cave, facts City on my back like my last name, facts Since a lil' soldier, I been goin' in Way before OnlyFans, when I was my only fan How am I a thief if I showed my hands? (Oh, no) How they gon' steal the wave? We on stolen land [Chorus: TOBi] Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide) Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high) Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time) Left wrist check, bitch, that time I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line) Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line) I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line) Check the polygraph [Post-Chorus: TOBi] Left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is, lil' bitch Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is, lil' bitch [Verse 2: TOBi] Ayy, hand over the briefcase Hand over the keys or Nobody finna leave, ayy Critics, get your lips straight, or hop off of my ick-day Though he put in work, he gettin' off like a sick day I don't hear no "He say" or, "She say" from haters I burn it, then I earn it, boy, I cremate the paper Sonny, listen when I'm talkin', ayy, Cassius Clay Man, all these fly boys a plane crash away, man Came from the jungles with gorillas and gold diggers Niggas in they feelings, they so bitter They hope that we trip and fall down But no, tell 'em, "I know better" AllWon, nigga, we gon' get it, that's forever (Rah) [Chorus: TOBi] Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide) Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high) Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time) Left wrist check, bitch, that time I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line) Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line) I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line) Check the polygraph [Post-Chorus: TOBi & Kenny Mason] Left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is, lil' bitch Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check (Ayy, ayy) You should know what time it is, lil' bitch (Ayy) [Verse 3: Kenny Mason] Yuh, fuck the coppers Tote the chopper, no helicopter I hit this block and made a pretty penny sellin' copper I'm from the bottom, bitch, you gotta pay me top dollar A drop-top, I make the top thot a top dropper Shot shooter shit, sharpshooter, opp dropper Shot caller, neck lit up, shock collar Yeah, I can't take no risk with a frisk They gon' try it 'cause we rich from the bricks with a blick, yeah Lucky with the left wrist, I'm from the West, bitch I was wrestlin' without the ref and got the strength, bitch Never met up with a clique without a metal clip-clip I was tryna get my weight up, so I never skipped gym I know that optimally, every cop an opp to me But I would hit the lady cop from NYPD Ridin' with a cocked semi, yellin', "Fuck cop city" Keep a knot for who with me, fuck whoever not with me, like, yuh [Chorus: TOBi] Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide) Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high) Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time) Left wrist check, bitch, that time I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line) Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line) I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line) Check the polygraph [Post-Chorus: TOBi] Left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is, lil' bitch Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is, lil' bitch