Don Louie - Flu Game

Baby i can't live without a Glock, match it with a fit
How your ass ain't learn from your homie? When he drop a diss
Niggas had to send him to the sky, Now he fly as shit
He was hype to show up with his gun, Then he died with it

Shawty got a shot, that's too bad, She ain't play it right
I'm a hit, then she gotta go, You can't stay the night
I know I be sinning, Pray to God, I'm tryna make it right
Brody, Kid Cudi with the beef, he spinning day and night

Shawty FaceTime me ass out, I ain't met her yet
I'm a hit, let her think she gang, Now she rep the set
Brody got a chip for every op, He Bill Belichick, a op died
I seen him in the comments, They tryna claim his wreck

To throw him off, Switchy make it easy
You just tap and watch it throw it all, I could pop my shit and show my
But that's showing off, Just when shawty thought it all was good
That's when I broke it off, Told him use his head

But he won't get it till it's rolling off, AP in the county
Set up shop and got it rolling, Told her if she leaving
Hope it's better where she going, I just wanna fuck
Baby, this late, ain't nothing open, Fuck, I look like Dave Chappelle

Girl, I ain't laughing, I ain't joking, He think he the shit
But he ain't popping it like me, Why would I pay for pussy
He was fucking her for free, But if I pay them bills
Just let me in, don't need a key, Quaddy on the four

He know I got him on the three, Let him talk
He don't know he bout to get erased, Got her right
30 inch bust down with a lace, Cartiers
She ain't seeing niggas in her face, Louis belt

She don't even need it for the waist, Free the bro
Know he coming home, he got a date, Working out
I think I could get her back in shape, Let her go
Why you saving hoes without a cape, Come on

Conversations with my cousin, It's two in the morning
I should be getting to the bag, What the fuck am I doing
I put that shit on, took a pic, But I ain't get to post it
I'm bout to play it like I'm broke, And go light up the roaches

I wasn't focused on rap, And got her out the trap
I had to leave her where she at, I think she held me back
I cut her off when she went tit, I ain't go tit for tat
Feel like I listened to they problems, Now I'm listening back

What type of shit is that

Written by:
Donaven Hutton

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