FLU GAME Lyrics

It's 9am right now, I'm sick as hell

I don't got my voice, but I'm still snapping

I'm really him, I'm really him

Skinny nigga, but in that paint man I go bully, I go Pitt

Throwing bullets all on that play, kill seven man I feel like Vick

Diamonds on me and they keep dancing, wrist flooding man I swearI'm sick

Pretty bitch and she all on me, get up in her and I beat her clit

Pretty nigga, all these niggas want a copy, all that swag nigga

Leaching nigga, get off your ass and get a motherfucking bag nigga

Rap nigga, he think it's sweet, we get up right up on his ass nigga

I'm fucking snapping, a lot of hoes, a lot of action

I love fucking bad bitches, a lot of clothes, a lot of fashion

I like driving fast cars, a lot of tracks, a lot of traction

I love smoking good gas, a lot of blunts, a lot of passing

I like shooting big guns, a lot of screams, a lot of clapping

Fuck her with my Grillz in, with my fucking chain on

Rugrat music still playing, she can't pick a fav song

I always win or no guidance, bitch I put the gang on

Hella bankrolls be the tape, then I beat her Trey Songz

Atlanta nigga, look me in my eye, why your pants so tight

Slim nigga, 28's, and I'm still her fucking type

My shooter, keep straps, like a motherfucking dyke

I'm him, 4L, jaz you motherfucking right

And I keep shooting with my left, but I'm driving with my right

I'm in her head so fucking bad, middle name just might be lice

Bad lil bitch, she from the bay, I think her dad was Jerry Rice

March up in his fucking trap, they illegal bitch we ICE

Call up Des to whoop her ass, slide the block and go get Kyce

I don't need no fucking God, shut up bitch, I'm Jesus Christ

Fuck the Wok, man I want tris, sipping purple, fuck a white

My bitch love me so damn bad, wipe me down like baby wipe

And I'm a real life blood, and my blood get hella slimy

Nigga think he Dej loaf, now he dead man, why he try me

And I hang with real steppers, shoot him up and chance behind me

Momma stressing swear we good, all these labels wanna sign me

Bitch I swear that's not my baby, we ain't fuck, that bitch ain't by me

Fortify the fucking trap, bitch I feel like Murakami

I was broke as hell in school, now them hunnids right beside me

I'm the biggest in the game, throw the knife like I'm a Azami

I'm really him, stop fucking playing with me

I'm your favorite rapper, favorite rapper, this shit too easy for me

I ain't no mumble rapper, no whisper rapper, I'm a real fucking stepper

And I'm sick bitch