Season Lyrics

All of my closet in season

None of my choppas is legal

None of my bitches is easy

All of my niggas they greasy

Choppa it's strapped to my shoulder

Ima switch you whenever I see you

If you really had knew what the fuck going on with a nigga

Bitch wouldn't believe it

You spend yo money on pussy and thotties

I spend my check on narcotics and bodies

I shot a nigga and ain't tell nobody

And I swear to God I don't know nun about it

Fuck nigga just stay the fuck out my way

Bitch you might catch a bullet for tryna be mighty

I'm in the trap with this dope and a K

And the first nigga slide through this bitch he a body

First nigga slide through this bitch he a veggie

I was 13 I was smoking on reggie

Now the exotic I put in my lungs

I be ashing a dead ass nigga from heaven

You was a bitch in 2011

I was on perkies when I was 11

Boy you a pussy can't come to my section

Bitch this a trap don't come with no weapon

All of my closet in season

None of my choppas is legal

None of my bitches is easy

All of my niggas they greasy

Choppa it's strapped to my shoulder

Ima switch you whenever I see you

If you really had knew what the fuck going on with a nigga

Bitch wouldn't believe it

All of my closet in season

None of my choppas is legal

None of my bitches is easy

All of my niggas they greasy

Choppa it's strapped to my shoulder

Ima switch you whenever I see you

If you really had knew what the fuck going on with a nigga

Bitch wouldn't believe it

I was a young nigga trapped out a onion

Im swingin drac like a nigga Paul Bunyan

Don't want that Glock that hoe ain't got no button

Niggas be thinking they tough as a bitch

Niggas turn humble I cut on that oven

I come correct I don't never do subbin

I'm walking round in this bitch with a stick like a Russian

Hoe beating just like its percussion

Pussy ass nigga just stay out the street

Jump in this water on God Ima flush you

I'm slanging pistols on God I ain't bluffin

I can pay for a body on God it ain't nothing

I knock a nigga off sober and shit

But I rather be geeked up off molly or something

I call the play I ain't got to touch nothing

.308 flip a car better watch how you coming

All of my closet in season

None of my choppas is legal

None of my bitches is easy

All of my niggas they greasy

Choppa it's strapped to my shoulder

Ima switch you whenever I see you

If you really had knew what the fuck going on with a nigga

Bitch wouldn't believe it