Horror Story

[Chorus: Flatline Forreal]
It’s a horror story, turn it to a murder scene
I don’t need a weapon you get stole on like a burglary
They say time is money so I’m moving with some urgency
If your ass try burning me, get burnt up like the 3rd degree
It’s a horror story, turn it to a murder scene
I don’t need a weapon you get stole on like a burglary
They say time is money so I’m moving with some urgency
If your ass try burning me, get burnt up like the 3rd degree

[Verse: Matty Boy]
I ain’t going in with a mask, that shit feel cowardice
Like being in the pen, locking up and live where cowards live
I won’t do a song with a dude that ain’t with Jesus
Rappers rapping now about the streets ain’t never been a thug
Remember the nights you couldn’t sleep you had to meet the plug
Made your first 50k and fell in love with drugs
You ain’t dope dealing you ain’t know where Maryland was
50 once, 50 twice, and then a 100 plus
This an anthem for the gangsters selling cocaine
This an anthem for the strippers up at cabarets
They say FAIM ain’t gangsters, we ain’t get the fucking memo
Up the stakes, left the states and made it fucking federal
Bitch I’m smiling in my mugshot, I don’t give a fuck
Take a trip right now for a million bucks
A risk you wouldn’t take, bitch we are not the same
They say time is money, I say that it’s everything

[Chorus: Flatline Forreal]
It’s a horror story, turn it to a murder scene
I don’t need a weapon you get stole on like a burglary
They say time is money so I’m moving with some urgency
If your ass try burning me, get burnt up like the 3rd degree
It’s a horror story, turn it to a murder scene
I don’t need a weapon you get stole on like a burglary
They say time is money so I’m moving with some urgency
If your ass try burning me, get burnt up like the 3rd degree

[Verse: Flatline Forreal]
It’s a horror story, Michael Myers masks on shooters
That bitch said “fuck me”, told her “in your dreams”, like Freddy Kruger
Maybe back then, now I get more pussy than a loofah
I take my shot, I’m banging my on your top just like a roofer
Snipe your shooter, hit from distance like I’m Steph and shit
They never worried ‘bout no shit until they step in it
If she swallow my cock then she tasting excellence
I told ‘em shit ain’t looking good like a pessimist
Put that on the testament, boy we know you testified
I don’t care if they do know, they ask you that, you better lie
Brodie came and copped him 10, hit him with an extra 5
On the phone we talk in code, call that a meal with extra sides
I met some white boys out in Cali who don’t play that shit
I made that bed I say my grace before I lay in it
I know that when I go I’m headed straight where Satan live
I’m just trying to figure out which one of y’all I’m taking with, bitch

[Chorus: Flatline Forreal]
It’s a horror story, turn it to a murder scene
I don’t need a weapon you get stole on like a burglary
They say time is money so I’m moving with some urgency
If your ass try burning me, get burnt up like the 3rd degree
It’s a horror story, turn it to a murder scene
I don’t need a weapon you get stole on like a burglary
They say time is money so I’m moving with some urgency
If your ass try burning me, get burnt up like the 3rd degree