Fly Union - Flatline lyrics

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

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

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