Flu - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hehehe

[Chorus: OsamaSon]

Let this chop go, fall out

All I do is ball out (Yeah, yeah)

I don't answer calls now (Brr)

Lil' ho on my balls, wow

Double cup the solo cup, that bitch is full of red (Mud, mud)

I got pole on me, fuck with us, you heard what I said

That ho said, I smell like sex

I text back like, "Bitch, you fed"

Fill 'em up with led, fell in love with Percocet (Oh, oh)

Fell in love with perfect sex

I like sex, I love sex, yeah

I love sex, I love sex, yeah

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]

You don't—, you don't want my twin come get ya

Oxy-O-Oxy just kicked in, lil' bitch I'm finna boot (Boot)

SRT (Skrr), no two-door coupe (Skrrt), and I'm with your boo (Skrrt)

I just poured a red six, think I got the flu (Red)

[Verse 2: Slump6s]

On his block, let's take a trip my niggas ready to—, frr, yeah

I count racks oh yeah, oh yeah, them shits they stuck like glue

Not my gang, not cool

With that Drac', watch what I do (Woo)

Count up racks all day (Woo), yeah, no this shit not new

Yeah-yeah, don't fuck with my gang?

Y-yeah, then it's fuck your crew

I said run that bitch, p-pockets fat like G-Gunna, bitch (Pfft)

Pour that drank I'm sick, yeah

She get no text back from me

I can't save no bitch, yeah

We put holes right through that V