Flu Game
Flu Game (Flu Game)
Hell yea I got the flu right now
Still had to come in the booth and lay this shit down
You know what I'm saying
Still had to Come in This bitch
You feel me no pen freestyle type shit
(Gotta keep that)
Big 40 heavy metal yea it's hard to tot
Coming up in the trap It's kinda hard to grow
Humble na but i'll still let that a bitch blow
Late night summer nights made my heart cold
(Cold as snow)
Never been greedy but i always wanted more
Been direct never could i play kick door
Flip the pack get it gone then i get more
Pop a addy i'm in my zone before i hit the door
Sticked up yea i might catch a body
Kel tech with the nuts right beside me
(Beside me)
Heavy metal how we rock out with the shits
All madden call a blitz hit a na with the stick
My right hand tried to rob me, had to do him like mitch
Hit him with the Draco couple shots to his mit
Posted at the citgo couple pounds full of nic's
With a glock and a dream trying to get rich
What you know about masking up when the trap moving slow
Before i was trapping out a pound
I was trapping out a ounce
Say buddy got them pounds so you know it's a go
Buddy used to be the man turn his ass into a ghost
Road running trapping bags up the east coast
Don't mean to brag na i don't mean to boast
Pop me a addy then i up the dose
Toting this 40 na i don't need no holster
Used to post up at my grand momma house
On the pouch daydreaming about whipping a Porsche (Srttt)
No 9 to 5 nawl i couldn't picture that
(Hell nawl)
Didn't chose this life It's like i was forced
I been in the game shooting my shots
Full court press going to war with the clock
(Janitorial status)
Going to war with the mops
Nothing but a 100 rounds for the fucking opps
Middle finger, hold my dick motherfuck the cops
No i don't play boi really had crack in my socks
Really traded shots with the opps
Caught ns slipping with the mops
High speed chase with the cops
Young vet need my props
I'm a young vet need my props
I'm a young vet need my props
(Feel like melly)
I got murder on my mind
Like the sun na every day i gotta shine
Ain't no question going about mine
Free my na tay yea he doing hard time
He been locked up off and on for a dime
Locked in them chainz heavy metal
(Locked in them chains heavy metal)
Hell yea I got the flu right now
Still had to come in the booth and lay this shit down
You know what I'm saying
Still had to Come in This bitch
You feel me no pen freestyle type shit
(Gotta keep that)
Big 40 heavy metal yea it's hard to tot
Coming up in the trap It's kinda hard to grow
Humble na but i'll still let that a bitch blow
Late night summer nights made my heart cold
(Cold as snow)
Never been greedy but i always wanted more
Been direct never could i play kick door
Flip the pack get it gone then i get more
Pop a addy i'm in my zone before i hit the door
Sticked up yea i might catch a body
Kel tech with the nuts right beside me
(Beside me)
Heavy metal how we rock out with the shits
All madden call a blitz hit a na with the stick
My right hand tried to rob me, had to do him like mitch
Hit him with the Draco couple shots to his mit
Posted at the citgo couple pounds full of nic's
With a glock and a dream trying to get rich
What you know about masking up when the trap moving slow
Before i was trapping out a pound
I was trapping out a ounce
Say buddy got them pounds so you know it's a go
Buddy used to be the man turn his ass into a ghost
Road running trapping bags up the east coast
Don't mean to brag na i don't mean to boast
Pop me a addy then i up the dose
Toting this 40 na i don't need no holster
Used to post up at my grand momma house
On the pouch daydreaming about whipping a Porsche (Srttt)
No 9 to 5 nawl i couldn't picture that
(Hell nawl)
Didn't chose this life It's like i was forced
I been in the game shooting my shots
Full court press going to war with the clock
(Janitorial status)
Going to war with the mops
Nothing but a 100 rounds for the fucking opps
Middle finger, hold my dick motherfuck the cops
No i don't play boi really had crack in my socks
Really traded shots with the opps
Caught ns slipping with the mops
High speed chase with the cops
Young vet need my props
I'm a young vet need my props
I'm a young vet need my props
(Feel like melly)
I got murder on my mind
Like the sun na every day i gotta shine
Ain't no question going about mine
Free my na tay yea he doing hard time
He been locked up off and on for a dime
Locked in them chainz heavy metal
(Locked in them chains heavy metal)
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Writer(s): Kevin Bailey
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