'Tis Be The Season ft. Young Apple Lyrics

This be the season

Niggas dying for no reason

Lie and they steal

Get killed committing treason

My lil nigga crazy

On his mug shot cheesing

He like fuck it

He just happy

That a nigga still breathing

My lil homie rapping

Trying blow before

They gun him down

That boy on go

He goin clap him

Before the sun go down

He goin do the spinning

Before he spun around

Hound how he hunt em down

Baltimore city we don't fuck around

I just love to shit style on em

Let that money pile on em

Let them hoes

Follow him

Keep that 40 cal on him

Case they wanna wild on em

He been thru so much shit

Yet he keep a smile on him

I wont let these niggas trick me

Still i keep that thing with me

And my boy he a drummer

Yeah he goin bang with me

I just love to stack cash

You should see a nigga kitty

I dont fuck with too many

Only day ones with me

I play with these hoes

But i never play the 50

All that hoe shit nigga miss me

We got 40 we got 50

Clips for the semis

Dare a nigga tempt me

He going die nigga simply

If i aint got it with me

My lil dawg got the blicky

Summer time coming

It's about to get nippy

All my dawgs getting hungry

All them birds getting chippy

But we going drag on them

Sauce up get drippy yeah

Watch these niggas

They dick ride

Watch these hoes

They switch sides

We get money and get fly

We take trips and get high

I like my money in all flavors

I love these women in all flavors

Don't like them niggas they all haters

But they love my niggas we all players

I can tell you bout a time

Use to sell them dimes

Nigga never dropped a dime

In these streets gotta take ya time

Got some shit that's on my mind

So this diesel ease my mind

Niggas getting whacked

Youngin selling crack

To stack a rack after that

Break the diesel fucking pain

Keep coming back fuck it

Can't trust a nigga in the streets

Cuz don't nobody love you

That's why we hustle spend money

On whatever we wanted

These niggas bluffing

These bitches yeah

They want me to fuck em

Fuck em switch that up

And i get it right back

Dont shake my hand

Aint got no rap

Aint never fail to state the facts

These niggas hate when I'm relaxed

So every chance i get i snap

Fucked ya bitch wont get her back

Pussy wet ass phat

She threw it back i caught that

I'm the quarter back i ordered that

Niggas out of order

Guess the 40 help restoring that

I guess the 40 help restoring that

Niggas out of order

Guess the 40 help restoring that nigga