Trap Flu
Niggas heard I got the trap flu
Nigga what's a gram give me a zip I make the bag move
Thumbing through this money tryna figure what this cash do
She won't give that pussy up I'm askin what the neck do
I been on a mission
Stay focused get the chicken
Communicate in person I ain't really into digits
Bitches talking down but the whole gang den hit it
Blew through a whole pound I can't lie a nigga miss it
Right now I'm in the Ten tryna run me up a ticket
Creepin in yo bushes then I'm hopping over fences
Put the blicky to his nose gave em two for flinching
I was cookin' up and made yo' bitch go do the dishes
Nigga this that road talk
I made twenty off that this that dog talk
I put twenty on his head and get yo dog bought
That nigga tryna jump ships I made dog walk
Dog got the bows put em in a uhaul
If you try and cross us we will make you fall
Hit the club make it rain like leaves in the fall
And we ball take it all we chop trees if you tall
I got skittles in my wood
Damn I can taste the flavors
I'm so fucking rich you can vote me for the mayor
I'm tricking on on yo bitch dog I don't got to pay her
And she gave me head dog I might decapitate her
I'm leanin in a vet and I got her wet
I'm running up a check bust at me I'm busting back
You can't pass me like a test i'm smoking on the best
I'll cut yo finger off if I think you tryna flex
Brought the bag home I'm like damn gang who next
I'm out trapping all winter in the same Nike tech
Nigga what's a gram give me a zip I make the bag move
Thumbing through this money tryna figure what this cash do
She won't give that pussy up I'm askin what the neck do
I been on a mission
Stay focused get the chicken
Communicate in person I ain't really into digits
Bitches talking down but the whole gang den hit it
Blew through a whole pound I can't lie a nigga miss it
Right now I'm in the Ten tryna run me up a ticket
Creepin in yo bushes then I'm hopping over fences
Put the blicky to his nose gave em two for flinching
I was cookin' up and made yo' bitch go do the dishes
Nigga this that road talk
I made twenty off that this that dog talk
I put twenty on his head and get yo dog bought
That nigga tryna jump ships I made dog walk
Dog got the bows put em in a uhaul
If you try and cross us we will make you fall
Hit the club make it rain like leaves in the fall
And we ball take it all we chop trees if you tall
I got skittles in my wood
Damn I can taste the flavors
I'm so fucking rich you can vote me for the mayor
I'm tricking on on yo bitch dog I don't got to pay her
And she gave me head dog I might decapitate her
I'm leanin in a vet and I got her wet
I'm running up a check bust at me I'm busting back
You can't pass me like a test i'm smoking on the best
I'll cut yo finger off if I think you tryna flex
Brought the bag home I'm like damn gang who next
I'm out trapping all winter in the same Nike tech
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Writer(s): Jalen Gist
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