Killa Season lyrics

[Intro]

Outwest 290 shit nigga you know how Im rocking nigga

Get your guns up get your funds up

You on that opp shit get mop stick bitch straight gang shit

No hook lets get it

[Verse 1]

Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn't be breathing my young niggas kill for no reason

Its the killer season call me Cam'ron, pull up slam dunk shit call me Lebron

I be on the hide out when the police come leave a fuck nigga

Bloody he gon' need a tampon

Ian playing with no nigga no nigga no nigga (x2)

Bitch Im creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me

They gassed him up Ima put that nigga back on E

Hit the club mugged up bitch Im high off E

These stripper bitches always tryna put that ass on me

Hit the mall and fuck up all this cash on me

Point me to the nigga say he gon' smash on me

These fuck niggas fu, turnt they back fast on me

The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang)

These niggas soft, bitch Im grinding like Im Tony Hawk

We hit yo block, double back, all we see is chalk

These niggas lie on them tracks all they do is talk

Nigga better use your head before we knock it off

I get loose in this coupe bitch my roof missing,

Ain't no competition niggas snitching call em stoop pidgeons

These niggas fu and they cool with it

Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it

This street shit, bitch Im too in it

Say you riding foreigns but Im knowing that shit too rented

We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted

Slide back that door Ima shoot this bitch for two minutes

Free my niggas 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 shit Ima rich nigga

Ion want no broke bitch dressed in all black like Im Eazy E

Shout out to my jeweler got me looking like Im Mr. T

Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn't be,

One phone call have my youngins make him rest in peace

Hungry nigga eat yo face then spit out yo teeth,

Ima dog on a bitch walk up with a leash

[Verse 2]

Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy,

Feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy

Fuck a deal i go independent call me Webbie

Im sipping on this 1738 like Fetty

I keep a hollow in the chamber bitch Im always ready

Im always getting some money Im about my fetty

Bitch you gon' suck my dick or what doing all that frontin'

That pussy 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 shit fool you

Preacher man Im the teacher man

Im gone school you remember being a broke nigga made me

Easy to lose a bitch Now Im getting money and I love to confuse a bitch

I make her work for me my daddy told me to use a bitch

Think twice before you lose your life in this music shit

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, bitch this mac got a broom in it

Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting shit

Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it

Bitch I been the hottest and I already proven it

Water whip the bowl bitch I put the spoon in it

Can't fit in my circle nigga it ain't no room in it

And i won't hit the club if i can't get my tool in it

Bitch Im young Rambo cooler on the TEC doing hits out the lambo,

Limo you get stretched bitch

Ima young nigga fucking vets, he get in that jam and confess

That pussy 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 bitch we gon' bump heads

We Giuseppe'd up red bottoms are us got Margielas

I dont even wear bought em for what

Niggas 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 nigga up what i see Alotta brains

Smoking reefer like Im Wiz Khalifa bitch paper planes

We hit the club on some gang bang shit run

A train on yo bitch let my whole gang hit

Niggas tryna steal my shit everybody know I started that no hook shit

Im in Chiraq bitch that's as real as it get

Where you gotta watch your back, tote a strap or you get hit

He gon' need a shit bag when he shit

Line a nigga ass up and i didn't miss

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks (2016)