My Season Lyrics

Know I get trippin' on these motherfucker Nigga it's my season , drippin' in Yeezy

Boy, y'all boys some hoes it's my season though

Pop talk to these niggas

I'ma get it in, in it, yo I ain't tryna work no more

Hell yeah I'ma get a bag and blow

Run this shit up for the Bo's Hell yeah

I ain't gon' trip about the hoe I keep another on the low

Hell yeah Take care of the fam cause I was chose

I'm just livin' like Pope Hell yeah

Niggas its my season Stop all the cap, these niggas wanna be me

And I'm havin' my reason South Beach in the spring with the bad Puerto Rican

And I'm drippin' in Yeezy

Off white on the shades, so these niggas can't see me

And I'm rollin' Biscotti Roll up, choppa knock 'em down like I'm doin' karate

Nah, for real, nah, for real I got niggas trained to kill

Nah, for real, nah, for real I gotta touch me a M

Nah, for real, nah, for real Big bo, so I gotta keep it real

Nah, for real, nah, for real no off days I don't know how to chill

Nah, for real, nah, for real If the head trim , I might pay the bill

Nah, for real, nah, for real Get it in , I want the house and the hills

Nah, for real, nah, for real dade baby slugged out on the grills

Nah, for real, nah, for real My season sit back and just chill

Nah, for real I'ma get in here, yo

I ain't tryna work no more Hell yeah

I'ma get a bag and blow Run shit up for the Bo's

Hell yeah I ain't gon' trip about the hoe

I keep another on the low Hell yeah take care of the fam cause I was chose

I'm just livin' like Pope Hell yeah

Nigga it's my season Stop all the cap, these niggas wanna be me

And I'm havin' my reason South Beach in the spring with a bad Puerto Rican

And I'm drippin' in Yeezy off white on the shades so these niggas can't see me

And I'm rollin' Biscotti roll up Choppa knock 'em down like I'm doin' karate

I'm from the crib, we get them bags by the load

Henny shoot it up, dump the clip and reload

Me and luh hen gone' stick to the code

He dissing we get him spent yeah fasho

Now he walkin' around here missin

Cutta , chopped him up, put him in mini pieces

Fuckin' on a opp hoe , got the pussy leakin

Up the fye on him, I don't wanna hear him speakin shut up

I ain't playin' around no more

Talk to em Pop , walk it down like Pope let's go

And I'ma get it by any reason

I'm goin' hard like I'm in the off season

Now I'm goin' up fasho

It's just me and my Bo's

Rockin' out all these shows

Get the back end on the road

Studio junkie, I live in the, yo

I'ma get it in the yo

I ain't tryna work no more

Hell yeah

Hell yeah

I'ma get it bag and blow

Run this shit up for the Bo's

Hell yeah

I ain't gone' trip bout the hoe

I keep another on the low

Hell yeah

Take care of the fam, I cause I was chose

I'm just livin' like Pope

Hell yeah

Nigga, it's my season

Stop all the cap, these niggas wanna be me

And I'm havin' my reasons

South Beach in the spring

With a bad Puerto Rican

And I'm drippin' in Yeezy

Off white on the shades

So you niggas can't see me

And I'm rollin' Biscotti roll up

Choppa knock him down like I'm doin' karate

Chop knock him down like I'm doin' karate