Chief Keef - Flu lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Flu lyrics]
I hop up out the car, niggas talk
It's crackin' i pull up with them things
You know it's a tragic
His bitch 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 bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body
This shit give me flus
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 fuckin' 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, bitch, I don't need a favor
I pull up, baby, it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk
It's crackin' i pull up with them things
You know it's a tragic
His bitch 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 bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body
This shit give me flus
I got niggas that's gon' shoot for me
Bitches that's gon' go for me
Bitches goin' locally, bitches goin' 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 fuckin' 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
I pull up, baby, it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk
It's crackin' i pull up with them things
You know it's a tragic
His bitch 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 bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body
This shit give me flus
I pull up, baby, it's magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk
It's crackin' i pull up with them things
You know it's a tragic
His bitch 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 bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body
This shit give me flus