Killa Season lyrics

[Intro : Lud Foe]
Outwest 290 sh*t n*gga you know how Im rocking n*gga
Get your guns up get your funds up
You on that opp sh*t get mop stick b*tch straight gang sh*t
No hook lets get it


[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Alotta n*ggas breathing they shouldn't be breathing my young n*ggas kill for no reason
Its the killer season call me Cam'ron, pull up slam dunk sh*t call me Lebron
I be on the hide out when the police come leave a f*ck n*gga bloody he gon' need a tampon
Ian playing with no n*gga no n*gga no n*gga x2
b*tch Im creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me
They gassed him up Ima put that n*gga back on E
Hit the club mugged up b*tch Im high off E
These stripper b*tches always tryna put that ass on me
Hit the mall and f*ck up all this cash on me
Point me to the n*gga say he gon' smash on me
These f*ck n*ggas fu, turnt they back fast on me
The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang) These n*ggas soft, b*tch Im grinding like Im Tony Hawk
We hit yo block, double back, all we see is chalk
These n*ggas lie on them tracks all they do is talk
n*gga better use your head before we knock it off
I get loose in this coupe b*tch my roof missing, ain't no competition n*ggas snitching call em stoop pidgeons
These n*ggas fu and they cool with it
Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it
This street sh*t, b*tch Im too in it
Say you riding foreigns but Im knowing that sh*t too rented
We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted
Slide back that door Ima shoot this b*tch for two minutes
Free my n*ggas out the jail cell until they free Ima raise hell, hell yeah say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there
I grew up in the slums we had [?] and welfare
Gang banging on some Foe sh*t Ima rich n*gga ion want no broke b*tch dressed in all black like Im Eazy E shout out to my jeweler got me looking like Im Mr. T
Alotta n*ggas breathing they shouldn't be, one phone call have my youngins make him rest in peace
Hungry n*gga eat yo face then spit out yo teeth, Ima dog on a b*tch walk up with a leash
[Verse 2: Lud Foe]
Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy, feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy
f*ck a deal i go independent call me Webbie
Im sipping on this 1738 like Fetty
I keep a hollow in the chamber b*tch Im always ready
Im always getting some money Im about my fetty
b*tch you gon' suck my di*k or what doing all that frontin' that pus*y boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting
Trapping like a fool so mechanic with a tool
Snooze, get put on the news let this rap sh*t fool you
Preacher man Im the teacher man Im gone school you remember being a broke n*gga made me easy to lose a b*tch Now Im getting money and I love to confuse a b*tch
I make her work for me my daddy told me to use a
b*tch
Think twice before you lose your life in this music sh*t
I get so much money I don't know what to do with it
If you ain't getting no money i can put you in tune with it
I sweep you off yo feet, b*tch this mac got a broom in it
Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting sh*t
Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it
b*tch I been the hottest and I already proven it
Water whip the bowl b*tch I put the spoon in it
Can't fit in my circle n*gga it ain't no room in it and i won't hit the club if i can't get my tool in it
b*tch Im young Rambo cooler on the TEC doing hits out the lambo, limo you get stretched b*tch
Ima young n*gga f*cking vets, he get in that jam and confess
That pus*y boy got put to rest
I just want the money you can keep the rest
Went to jail knocked my celly off the bunk bed
Doing all that sneak dissing b*tch we gon' bump heads
We Giuseppe'd up red bottoms are us got Margielas i dont even wear bought em for what
n*ggas dissing on my name cause I got some fame
I got perfect aim leave yo ass in alotta pain
Call my jeweler and I buy alotta chains remember I was broke as a joke hit alotta stains
I line a n*gga up what i see Alotta brains
Smoking reefer like Im Wiz Khalifa b*tch paper planes
We hit the club on some gang bang sh*t run a train on yo b*tch let my whole gang hit
n*ggas tryna steal my sh*t everybody know I started that no hook sh*t
Im in Chiraq b*tch that's as real as it get
Where you gotta watch your back, tote a strap or you get hit
He gon' need a sh*t bag when he sh*t
Line a n*gga ass up and i didn't miss