Season lyrics

(Hey Fritz)

(Verse)
b*tch I woke up
It’s another day
Keep that glizzy, like everyday a holiday
And the opps getting 30, no fadeaway
Yea these b*tches getting fake then the broad day
And they know not to pull in this park way
Hit a opp in the chest at his heart rate
How you know hoe one more time, get heartbreak
And motherf*ckers be lying
For no reason I changed my gen
Like the season
You ain’t giving top b*tch ain’t sh*t pleasing
Aye, lil bro would crash, for no reason
I stay with my ski, no matter the season
I swear n*ggas gnat spray, just like z
b*tch I feel like Lil De, I’m 4 peeving
Why did you cut em off if you know you need them
b*tch I got something, hit they ass up in the winter
Dead opps get mixed, n*gga in the blender
Aye, I miss match that foreign sh*t, but I ain’t trying be drippy
If that sh*t ain’t about that bag b*tch, I ain’t tryna kick it
What you know about them bags b*tch
Pick it up and flip it
Remember unc right up in that kitchen
Now he fighting a sentence
Windows tinted, tryna see who in it
You n*ggas be broke, never touched Lenox
b*tch I’m in saks tryna drop a 50
Know LilDre gon stay on his pivot
You know young n*gga he all about digits
Get money gang n*gga better get with it
n*ggas be broke than a f*ck
And these n*ggas be b*tches
n*ggas be soft
n*ggas be tissue
n*ggas know I mad if this sh*t was really a issue
Opps try to text my phone
He get no reply
I’ma get up with you
Birds chirping, I’m getting up with em
Like a ref, I be blowing my whistle
I might just f*ck this lil hoe and her sister
I might just pass that lil b*tch to my n*gga
She for the bro
Aye, don’t get exposed
Cause I swear n*ggas hoe
Cause I swear n*ggas broke
This sh*t ain’t no joke
Better add up some cake
Or your ass be pope
Aye, this n*gga works for the po
Opp b*tch and she just gave me the low
Try me the block and beat that sh*t some more
I only smoke exotic b*tch I need some more
I might trap on high swag, ain’t low
Tryna take me he tappin' ya mouth
Aye, this sh*t hit his neck, hit his throat
Aye, none of my sh*t be wrote
Aye, they tryna write this sh*t down in the notes
b*tch I put the fye in the coat
I told them to tell me some sh*t I don’t know
Even at red lights b*tch I’m on go
He mad cause n*gga put di*k in his hoe
Can't be mad, cause I told you that b*tch from the bro
He was locked up telling them facts, ain't worried bout the code
Type sh*t will make a young n*gga unload
(Outro)
Like a envelope, knew you was gon' fold
It's a red dot n*gga, on yo' nose
I been crossed all the time, but that sh*t old
You can't cross n*gga twice, yeah that sh*t bold
I was sliding for you, and you fold
Ay these n*ggas just don't be my kinfolk
Ay I ain't ever been out the window
She mind talkin' bout down to get hit tho'