Season Lyrics

Yeah, these niggas steady talkin' bout it, I'ma let you see it

Got this blicky in my pocket, I ain't foldin, bitch, I'm squeezin

I'm switching flows and I ain't hit the door, I'm ballin' every season

She hit the floor, whenever I bring the dough, I'm cookin' up the season

She know I'm saucy with this shit, cause I'm a roadrunner

And how you stay up in the hood and you ain't sold nothin

I watch my nigga sell his soul and he ain't comin' back

But if he spinnin, then I'm spinnin, bitch, it's on sight

I come for Exit 39, bitch, we ride with nines

I told that nigga he ain't slime, he ain't one of mine

I'm with my boo, we cuttin traffic, yeah, she know she mine

It's a race against the time, I know she finna ride

We duckin' off, I'm gettin' back ends, I'm feelin' classy

And I'm fuckin' with her style, I know she wanna match me

We headed to the top and I don't think we lookin' back

I got the world all in my hands, I just wait to strike

We hit a left and then a right, you better take the light

I hit him with a left and then a right, you better fight

It ain't about no fuckin' money, I just want respect

And don't be tellin' other people, say it with your chest

You gotta stack it to a comma, throw it in the box

And just make sure that your people's good when you leave the spot

And I'm comin' back for everythin, I'm takin' spots

And we all just want some sliders, so we hit the lot

Yeah, these niggas steady talkin' bout it, I'ma let you see it

Got this Blicky in my pocket, I ain't foldin, bitch, I'm squeezin

I'm switching flows and I ain't hit the door, I'm ballin' every season

She hit the floor whenever I bring the dough, I'm cookin' up the season

Yeah, these niggas steady talkin' bout it, I'ma let you see it

Got this Blicky in my pocket, I ain't foldin, bitch, I'm squeezin

I'm switching flows and I ain't hit the door, I'm ballin' every season

She hit the floor whenever I bring the dough, I'm cookin' up the season