Flatline lyrics

[Intro: TOBi]
Gold cufflinks, f*ck cuffs on wrists
Gold cufflinks, f*ck cuffs on wrists
Gold cufflinks, f*ck cuffs on wrists
Gold cufflinks, f*ck 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, f*ck cuffs on wrists
Gold cufflinks, f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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, b*tch, 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' b*tch
Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check
You should know what time it is, lil' b*tch

[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
n*ggas in they feelings, they so bitter
They hope that we trip and fall down
But no, tell 'em, "I know better"
AllWon, n*gga, 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, b*tch, 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' b*tch
Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check (Ayy, ayy)
You should know what time it is, lil' b*tch (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Kenny Mason]
Yuh, f*ck the coppers
Tote the chopper, no helicopter
I hit this block and made a pretty penny sellin' copper
I'm from the bottom, b*tch, you gotta pay me top dollar
A drop-top, I make the top thot a top dropper
Shot shooter sh*t, 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, b*tch
I was wrestlin' without the ref and got the strength, b*tch
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 c*cked semi, yellin', "f*ck cop city"
Keep a knot for who with me, f*ck 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, b*tch, 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' b*tch
Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check
You should know what time it is, lil' b*tch