Flu Season ft. Wolly.380, Dimitri Lamar & KillaKay Lyrics

Twenty one gun salute

I'm twenty one guns in the booth

Like what you really want to do

Always give them something new

Never learned from a school Schmoove

80's baby faded lately

I cannot be touched on this rap shit

That's Wolly sticking like a cactus

This a rapture from a raptor watch I act up

Make a track bus

I go on a hunt with my wolves

Body something that a tell them what's good

Watching the watch nigga this for hood

I am Zion off the jump

I ain't lying I'm the one

I'm a ton heavy how I line them up

Fry them done shoot them

Look at the P-Tek tell them freeze that

'Cause all of my diamonds should glow

Throw a G stack on a mean ass

'Cause she's always climbing the pole

I cannot be touched on this rap shit

If we go to war hit the mattress

Wiping his nose get a napkin

'Cause all of my hitters are cold

Entered the chat with that mamba mentality

I'm striking like Kobe come after me

Watch a tragedy happen

Got animals riding like car pets

Fly high like Aladdin

I'm casualty rapping

Body bag them zip it shut then close

While they watching you

Yeah

How's that for attraction?

You think you be snapping boy please

I got shawtys going harder than that shit

Average or actually half it

Love the beef eat it quick like the habit

3 degrees was my goal til I noticed

The real score was inside of these hat tricks

Magic

Son of a savage

Down to earth but each bar is galactic

Fat kid now the beats he be snacking

Tapped in DMT on your track list

Look at the P-Tek tell them freeze that

'Cause all of my diamonds should glow

Throw a G stack on a mean ass

'Cause she's always climbing the pole

I cannot be touched on this rap shit

If we go to war hit the mattress

Wiping his nose get a napkin

'Cause all of my hittas are cold

Trying to rewrite, the stereotypical, stereotype

Initial thought of a chick with a mic

Holding no weight, I'm prepared for the fight

Poetically spitting and surfing the rhythm

Envision, then bring to fruition

Stop wishing, get moving, you skirting a rental

To maintain an image, but can't afford dinner

I keep it authentic, that's my observation

Changing the narrative's my obligation

Got too much love for this shit to be faking

Mean what I say when I write every statement

I'm

Keeping my feet to the pavement

Claiming my spot whether taken or vacant

Go harder than that shit, better act quick

Had to get cinematic

Look at the P-Tek tell them freeze that

'Cause all of my diamonds should glow

Throw a G stack on a mean ass

'Cause she's always climbing the pole

I cannot be touched on this rap shit

If we go to war hit the mattress

Wiping his nose get a napkin

'Cause all of my hitters are cold