Seasoned Lyrics

Man, I ain't really in the mood to box, we bought guns

I ain't in the mood to fuck, I want tongue

Bitch I ain't in the mood to fuss, I need funds

Only thing I'm letting scream is this big-ass gun

Shit, I'm G'd up, sliding through with the heat tucked

She wanting me to pluck, but I'm needing the cheese first

I ain't never been a pimp or a scammer, I'm old school

I be swerving with the blower, the package next to the tool

Bitch, I'm certified, I never got cold feet

When it's time to do the job, you know who to call- Beanz

I'm a cold piece, this .45th it go boom

Tryna tag your whole circle, nigga, duck, duck, goose

OG shit, put the cheese up in the mattress

I'm breaking down pounds and sending out of the county

Bitch, I came with only the gang, you in the way?

I flip-flop phony's the fade is not a thang

I get on one, start tripping and go to work,

I shot his let knee and now he doing the Jerk

I'm getting money so your honey be pursuing with thirst

I break her check, then break her neck, I'm re-investing her purse

But you don't her me though

I heard these suckers throwing salt, but I'm already seasoned

My whole team with the tripping, we don't really need a reason

I had to cut the homie off, we don't tolerate treason

And I been getting to the bag, can't you tell when you see me

Niggas that be doing the most be all broke

Hey, he ain't really bout this life, it's all hoax

I put him to the test, he fold just like clothes

Niggas money funny, I figured he all jokes

Off the scale, made a bail, selling salt to slugs

I ball hard, I fall off, I might rob the plug

On parole with a pole, selling dope to fiends

The money bubble up and double when you go O.T

I get the bag, nigga, I don't brag, I just count up

My cowboys keep loud toys, we finna mount up

Stick talk, brick talk, fuck with a bitch talk

Dollars in my denim, shit got me doing the Rich Walk, nigga

Don't make me step something

I bet I shoot for your noodle you got a vest, cousin

I bet I run through your team like when the rest coming

And yeah, them niggas be talking but they ain't saying nothing, nigga

I heard these suckers throwing salt, but I'm already seasoned

My whole team with the tripping, we don't really need a reason

I had to cut the homie off, we don't tolerate treason

And I been getting to the bag, can't you tell when you see me