GET THRU IT Lyrics

Bless the flu, God

Loco got the flu

Not from Indiana , I was getting fevers

He said I got excuses, I don't wanna see her

Do you want a tote or a double C bag,

Got cinco bitches, give me head like

Chad

Thirty-three shots in this cup, like I'm Pat Ewing

Tryna run me out the Louis store

I ain't done choosin,

Bitch, you know you see me in L.A

I'm a big bruin,

I don't care whatever it is ima get thru it,

Feel like meek my bitch a meal

Ten bitches on me in Miami Tyrek Hill

Grabbin' on the dick out in public I'm like chill

Spread her legs like can you eat it with your grills

Want some bands got a Coldplay Double back in it, no way

Red bottoms when she out, I step in Dolce

Why you went ghost it's been like four days

She said my rizz smooth like Gio

Bottle whoopin ass it's like 3-0

Bad yellow bone and she Creole

Use to have a big entourage now I'm 4 deep

Feel like I'm rio, hit my yung for the OG

Hadda tell 'em like this, they miss the old me

Like a fighter tryna clinch, you can't hold me

Good liq in yo cup you said that Molly Got you goin Brazy

Slang dick in her everytime yeah I'm goin' crazy

Off shoulder mini, she like Alexander Wayne

I been blowin' major when I think about this pain

Ma neva shy when she horny she gone get the glizzy

All my bitches boujee she give groupie I can't do a pick me

Send me all your pics, I said, bet, she gon' show me 50

Not A Dj apologize it was the envy in me