Reese LaFlare – Flu Game

[Intro: Drake & DJ Drama]
That you know, you gotta push right now
To have a standout moment
Where it’s like, where it catapults you
And then you can start reapin’ the benefits from all the times that you’ve been around
‘Cause people are like, « Okay, Reese has gone to the moon now »
Ayy, Reese (Gangsta)
How long we been doin’ this? (Gangsta)
Hahahaha (Gangsta)
Volume four (Gangsta)
It’s time (Gangsta Grillz)

[Couplet 1: Reese LAFLARE & DJ Drama]
This that flu game, Jordan (FLARE)
Fresh up by [?] way in a private jet, boarded (Boarded)
Worth a fortune, MVP
Listed Forbes in (Listen)
Out of orbit, pockets Norbit (Woo)
Hard to count (DJ Drama), my hunnids sticky
Pop it, Suzuki, really
I’m a diva boy, no Mike Amiri
Me and Jeffrеy back to back, we want the seriеs (Woah)
Niggas ain’t callin’ gang, they callin’ Siri, is you serious? (Fuckin’ Siri?)
Out the bowl, milk the game, I’m goin’ serial (Yeah)
Money, money, spreadin’ both ways, it’s bi-curious (Yee)
Big boy ‘Ventador, spin the block like I was F1 steerin’ (Skrrt)
Niggas ain’t seein’ the future, they seein’ LAFLARE when they look in the mirror
Count up my racks in double time, I want my money to mirror

[Pre-Refrain]
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah

[Refrain]
I got some brand new shit
Fully equipped, still got ten tags on it
I just bought a new stick
Came with a kit, it got a long range on it
I be poppin’ my shit
Whole lot of shit, y’all ain’t gon’ do nothin’ about it
Niggas be tweetin’ them subs
Pass me the scope, we gonna sink ’em down
I got a whole lot of shit
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of shit, yeah
I got a whole lot of shit
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of bills, yeah
I got a whole lot of this
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of this, yeah
I got a whole lot of shit
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of this, yeah

[Couplet 2]
Whole lot of fashion
I got a whole lot of drip
Put all my bitches in diva
Poppin’ my shit, I pop a whole lot of shit
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of shit
Niggas be chattin’
Niggas be actin’ real catty, mans do not want no static
Feelin’ the static, whole lot of faces in pocket
Feelin’ myself, I be vibin’
Love for the gang
Whole lot of loved ones around me, whole lot of slimers around me
It’s up then it’s stuck
Ain’t no more issue [?]
We pressin’ issues about it
Who chargin’ ’em up?
Who put the battery in ’em?
We snatch the cables out niggas
Havin’ that shit, I’m puttin’ on by my set
Got that shit on when I step

[Pre-Refrain]
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah

[Refrain: Reese LAFLARE & DJ Drama]
I got some brand new shit
Fully equipped, still got ten tags on it
I just bought a new stick
Came with a kit, it got a long range on it
I be poppin’ my shit
Whole lot of shit, y’all ain’t gon’ do nothin’ about it
Niggas be tweetin’ them subs
Pass me the scope, we gonna sink ’em down
I got a whole lot of shit
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of shit, yeah
I got a whole lot of shit
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of bills, yeah
I got a whole lot of this
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of this, yeah
I got a whole lot of shit
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of this, yeah (Gangsta Grillz)