"Fluded" lyrics
Trap fluded, it got bags
Try to take some, hit yo ass
Turn you ghost, put on my mask
Run from jakes, they interrupt my burnout
She ain't fuckin', bitch, you know that's a turnoff
Pull up and air your block out, it burn down
Pull up and air shit out, like quickly
Stolen whips, we gon' link up, this a car meet
What the fuck that sound is? It's a .223
Cap as fuck tellin' me what you gon' do to me
Uh, I'm popped on a Hi-Tech, I'm drunk
Uh, we caught a down bad, left him slumped
Uh, the .40 cal tapped you, uh
I'm drippin', fuck nigga can't get it, it's one-o-one
You can't get it if you don't shoot, this a government car
In the trap more than a year, I made honor roll
Nigga still not gon' shoot his blick when this shit unfold
I got some stick on hands, I'm steven
Bitch wanna fuck on lil' twin, I can't believe it
Hit the gate, fucked up my hands, I'm bleedin'
Parked right on, you know it ain't home
Bitch wanna fuck, she heard my new song
I jump out with shit, artillery
I'm poured up on that drank, vision blurry
You ain't got no rank, you a bitch
I'm on the block right now with these blicks
I swear a nigga come around, a nigga ass lit
I dropped on a brother, I guarantee lit
I popped and dropped a ten in the mirror on a fit
Man, I swear to God these fuck niggas ain't on shit, on God
Trap fluded, it got bags
Try to take some, hit yo ass
Turn you ghost, put on my mask
Run from jakes, they interrupt my burnout
She ain't fuckin', bitch, you know that's a turnoff
Pull up and air your block out, it burn down
Pull up and air shit out, like quickly
Stolen whips, we gon' link up, this a car meet
What the fuck that sound is? It's a .223
Cap as fuck tellin' me what you gon' do to me
Try to take some, hit yo ass
Turn you ghost, put on my mask
Run from jakes, they interrupt my burnout
She ain't fuckin', bitch, you know that's a turnoff
Pull up and air your block out, it burn down
Pull up and air shit out, like quickly
Stolen whips, we gon' link up, this a car meet
What the fuck that sound is? It's a .223
Cap as fuck tellin' me what you gon' do to me
Uh, I'm popped on a Hi-Tech, I'm drunk
Uh, we caught a down bad, left him slumped
Uh, the .40 cal tapped you, uh
I'm drippin', fuck nigga can't get it, it's one-o-one
You can't get it if you don't shoot, this a government car
In the trap more than a year, I made honor roll
Nigga still not gon' shoot his blick when this shit unfold
I got some stick on hands, I'm steven
Bitch wanna fuck on lil' twin, I can't believe it
Hit the gate, fucked up my hands, I'm bleedin'
Parked right on, you know it ain't home
Bitch wanna fuck, she heard my new song
I jump out with shit, artillery
I'm poured up on that drank, vision blurry
You ain't got no rank, you a bitch
I'm on the block right now with these blicks
I swear a nigga come around, a nigga ass lit
I dropped on a brother, I guarantee lit
I popped and dropped a ten in the mirror on a fit
Man, I swear to God these fuck niggas ain't on shit, on God
Trap fluded, it got bags
Try to take some, hit yo ass
Turn you ghost, put on my mask
Run from jakes, they interrupt my burnout
She ain't fuckin', bitch, you know that's a turnoff
Pull up and air your block out, it burn down
Pull up and air shit out, like quickly
Stolen whips, we gon' link up, this a car meet
What the fuck that sound is? It's a .223
Cap as fuck tellin' me what you gon' do to me
