Flu lyrics
by Chief Keef
[Chorus]
I pull up, baby, it's magic
I hop up out the car, n*ggas talk, it's crackin'
I pull up with them things, you know it's a tragic
His b*tch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these b*tches send me nudes
All this ice on my body, this sh*t give me flus
[Verse 1]
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 screamin', "Cowabunga," 'cause her head so f*ckin' 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 Rastafari, I don't need a taper
I don't crap out, b*tch, I don't need a favor
[Chorus]
I pull up, baby, it's magic
I hop up out the car, n*ggas talk, it's crackin'
I pull up with them things, you know it's a tragic
His b*tch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these b*tches send me nudes
All this ice on my body, this sh*t give me flus
[Verse 2]
I got n*ggas that's gon' shoot for me, b*tches that's gon' go for me
b*tches goin' locally, b*tches goin' globally
b*tches think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries
b*tches 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 f*ckin' 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 goin' to be a billionaire
[Chorus]
I pull up, baby, it's magic
I hop up out the car, n*ggas talk, it's crackin'
I pull up with them things, you know it's a tragic
His b*tch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these b*tches send me nudes
All this ice on my body, this sh*t give me flus
I pull up, baby, it's magic
I hop up out the car, n*ggas talk, it's crackin'
I pull up with them things, you know it's a tragic
His b*tch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these b*tches send me nudes
All this ice on my body, this sh*t give me flus