Flat Line DJ Hoppa (Ft. Grieves & Vel The Wonder)

[Intro: Grieves]
Yeah, DJ Hoppa
Vel the Wonder
Rhyme serious

[Chorus: Grieves]
You ain't gotta love me, baby, that's fine (Aye)
That's fine, that's fine
I'ma have the juice until I flat line (Aye)
Flat line, flat line
You ain't gotta love me, baby, that's fine (Aye)
Anywhere that you go
I'ma have the juice until I flat line (Aye)
Flat line, flat line

[Verse 1: Vel the Wonder]
(Yeah, I found out bitch)
Yeah, what you holla at me for?
I ain't try'na talk about it if you ain't try'na be more
Every day I level up and you ain't try'na keep score
I planted by my mama's house and coolin' by the beach more
One in Cali, one in New York
One overseas where my C's could run through the door
A big hitter, I'm still running the score
When my bitches spark a blunt in the store
They still buzzing for more
They claim they love me but they ducking my tours
Always say you're fam, but which cousin is yours
A pandemic interrupted my course
Best believe I'ma rebuttal with force
Give me credit like you plugging the source
Splitting MCs like a fucking divorce (Be gone, bitch)
A politician you want to endorse
Follow it, swallow it
You're swallowing bottles and bottles of [?]
My actions speak loud and I'm proud of these words (Oh you know)
With some R&B bitches, wearing hoodies (Wearing hoodies)
[?] for a pair of goodies
Seem's a little red to me
Maybe I'll have an heir to me
She can see the air is through me, blessed Judy