Flu
(专辑: The GloFiles, Pt. 3 - 2019)
I
pull up, baby, and it's magic I
hop up out the
car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?" I
pull up with the
things, you know it's tragic This bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the
fabric I
pulled up blinging, you know it's the
jewels Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the
Trues Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes All this ice on my body and she give me flu All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body All this money in my pocket make hoes do the
nasty nasty She got right to the
topping, I'ma put her out probably I
was screaming "Cowabunga" 'cause her head so fucking gnarly Then I
got right to the
paper, right to the
paper I'm a
paper chaser, gotta run, I'll see you later I'm a
Rastifari, I
don't need a
taper I
don't crap out, bitch, I
don't need a
faker I
pull up, baby, and it's magic I
hop up out the
car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?" I
pull up with the
things, you know it's tragic This bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the
fabric I
pulled up blinging, you know it's the
jewels Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the
Trues Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes All this ice on my body and she give me flu I
got niggas that gon' shoot for me, bitches that gon' go for me Bitches gon' locally, bitches gon' globally Bitches think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries Bitches think I'm Geico, do I
look like a
chameleon? Can't wait to be a
billionaire, wanna be a
trillionaire I
ain't no fucking wannabe, I
wanna be my damn self I'm gonna be a
trillionaire, I'm gonna be a
billionaire She like, "Chief Sosa, where you goin'?" I'm gonna be a
billionaire I
pull up, baby, and it's magic I
hop up out the
car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?" I
pull up with the
things, you know it's tragic This bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the
fabric I
pulled up blinging, you know it's the
jewels Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the
Trues Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes All this ice on my body and she give me flu I
pull up, baby, and it's magic I
hop up out the
car, niggas talk, "What's crackin'?" I
pull up with the
things, you know it's tragic This bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the
fabric I
pulled up blinging, you know it's the
jewels Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the
Trues Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes All this ice on my body and she give me flu