Flu Game Songtext
von Chevy Woods

Big racks on me
Mac like goldie
Came a long way from selling crack out the stoli
Big homie
Tom Ford on me
She ain′t get the riddle she just in the middle moaning
One on one convos with the chef talking wagyu
Jersey in the rafters next a nigga need a statue
____ on my Taylor Gang tattoo
Tryna touch any one of mine we blaat you
Four deep we creep in the Range Rover
Never been concerned bout your little flip game over
Niggas be the maddest them pistols be automatic
The bitches be the baddest you get into it we got it nigga
And everyday we be rolling them Pranes up
Them niggas imitate but they ain't us
Just please don′t drop no ashes on my leather nigga
Everything from now on that's just extra nigga Joints in the car joints by the bar
She don't want no bum nigga she want fuck a superstar
Keep the bottles coming keep shorty doin′ the same
Diamonds on my chain not a scratch on my name
These niggas tell her name keep it solid
Pussy, money, and weed I keep my nails polished
Clear though had to make that shit clear though
Bitches flocking to me in October I′m a scarecrow
I brought her to the venue
She want the finest menu
She said she wife material I'm tryna find that in you
Niggas be the maddest them pistols be automatic
The bitches be the baddest you get into it we got it nigga
And everyday we be rolling them Pranes up
Them niggas imitate but they ain′t us
Just please don't drop no ashes on my leather nigga
Everything from now on that′s just extra nigga