Flu Season (feat. Wolly.380, Divine.Musical.Transition & KillaKay)

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