Seasons, Pt. 1 (feat. Miles)
Ayo Miles run it up
I hadda give em another one
Spittin while grippin a double cup
Leanin, but I ain't drunk enough
Told you that we bouta fuck it up
Hop in that bitch double Dutch
I haddaa roll me a couple up
I told that bitch I'm the one
There ain't no need for a runner up
I be with Miles run it up
Let it all show don't cover up
Fuck on that bitch for the winter
Lettin her go when the summer come
I hadda put all my humble up
They actin like I ain't done enough
Spring weather money goin up
Fall in the spot you know it's us
Reppin I'm throwin my numbers up
Blow a few dollars fuck it up
Fuckin her good thru the winter
Cuttin her off when the summer come
Ayo Miles run it up
I hadda give em another one
Spittin while grippin a double cup
Leanin, but I ain't drunk enough
Told you that I'm bouta fuck it up
Hit from the front and I hit from the back
I gotta roll me a couple of sacks
I got the ink I drip like a tat
I got my cup then I'm good where I'm at
Baby you know where I'm at repping the north
It's all on my back big chips it's all in the bag
All of the bitches in love with that
Big knife like Shinobi incase a n want to approach me
I had to grip on another thang
Hop off my hip n I let it bang
I'm with the growth but never change
Ima need all of my money flat
I gotta go where the numbers at
I'm pickin up jus where you fumble at
Fuck on yo bitch in the summer, treating her cold like the winter
I met her up in the spring I bet she don't know she a fling
Talkin bout marriage and all that
She don't know that ima fall back
She don't when ima call back
I don't kno what ima call that
Hop in that bitch double Dutch
I hadda roll me a couple up
I told that bitch I'm the one
There ain't no need for a runner up
I be with Miles run it up
Let it all show don't cover up
Fuck on that bitch for the winter
Lettin her go when the summer come
I hadda put all my humble up
They actin up like I ain't done enough
Spring weather money goin up
Fall in the spot you kno it's us
Reppin I'm throwin my numbers up
Blow a few dollars fuck it up
Fuckin her good thru the winter
Cuttin her off when the summer come
Ayo Miles run it up
I hadda give em another one
Spittin while grippin a double cup
Leanin, but I ain't drunk enough
Told you that I'm bouta fuck it up
Fuck on yo bitch in a low pad she wanna relate with me so bad
Might fulfill all her wishes, she waiting on me like Christmas
I'm in her presence with four bags
Don't speak on shit you don't have
That'll leave you with a toe tag
She left you embarrassed that's so sad
Balling no I ain't passing, run up a number like stat sheets
Running it up; fast cheetah
Staying on track; athlete
Yea, bitch ima savage you do the math I'm killing them gladly
Ask John I'm part of the fight club
I got my gun n my knife up
She ask about a future with me
I told her I can't even photo that
It's broke her heart when I told her
Jumped out the car she totaled that
Straight to the house like I ran it back
Cappin n still wasnt planning that
She free in the zone like she Janet Jack
Penetration in Rhythm Nation
Hop in that bitch double Dutch
I hadda roll me a couple up
I told that bitch I'm the one
There ain't no need for a runner up
I be with Miles run it up
Let it all show don't cover up
Fuck on that bitch for the winter
Lettin her go when the summer come
I hadda put all my humble up
They actin like I ain't done enough
Spring weather money goin up
Fall in the spot you kno it's us
Reppin I'm throwin my numbers up
Blow a few dollars fuck it up
Fuckin her good thru the winter
Cuttin her off when the summer come
Ayo Miles run it up
I hadda give em another one
Spittin while grippin a double cup
Leanin, but I ain't drunk enough
Told you that we bouta fuck it up
Hop in that bitch double Dutch
I haddaa roll me a couple up
I told that bitch I'm the one
There ain't no need for a runner up
I be with Miles run it up
Let it all show don't cover up
Fuck on that bitch for the winter
Lettin her go when the summer come
I hadda put all my humble up
They actin like I ain't done enough
Spring weather money goin up
Fall in the spot you know it's us
Reppin I'm throwin my numbers up
Blow a few dollars fuck it up
Fuckin her good thru the winter
Cuttin her off when the summer come
Ayo Miles run it up
I hadda give em another one
Spittin while grippin a double cup
Leanin, but I ain't drunk enough
Told you that I'm bouta fuck it up
Hit from the front and I hit from the back
I gotta roll me a couple of sacks
I got the ink I drip like a tat
I got my cup then I'm good where I'm at
Baby you know where I'm at repping the north
It's all on my back big chips it's all in the bag
All of the bitches in love with that
Big knife like Shinobi incase a n want to approach me
I had to grip on another thang
Hop off my hip n I let it bang
I'm with the growth but never change
Ima need all of my money flat
I gotta go where the numbers at
I'm pickin up jus where you fumble at
Fuck on yo bitch in the summer, treating her cold like the winter
I met her up in the spring I bet she don't know she a fling
Talkin bout marriage and all that
She don't know that ima fall back
She don't when ima call back
I don't kno what ima call that
Hop in that bitch double Dutch
I hadda roll me a couple up
I told that bitch I'm the one
There ain't no need for a runner up
I be with Miles run it up
Let it all show don't cover up
Fuck on that bitch for the winter
Lettin her go when the summer come
I hadda put all my humble up
They actin up like I ain't done enough
Spring weather money goin up
Fall in the spot you kno it's us
Reppin I'm throwin my numbers up
Blow a few dollars fuck it up
Fuckin her good thru the winter
Cuttin her off when the summer come
Ayo Miles run it up
I hadda give em another one
Spittin while grippin a double cup
Leanin, but I ain't drunk enough
Told you that I'm bouta fuck it up
Fuck on yo bitch in a low pad she wanna relate with me so bad
Might fulfill all her wishes, she waiting on me like Christmas
I'm in her presence with four bags
Don't speak on shit you don't have
That'll leave you with a toe tag
She left you embarrassed that's so sad
Balling no I ain't passing, run up a number like stat sheets
Running it up; fast cheetah
Staying on track; athlete
Yea, bitch ima savage you do the math I'm killing them gladly
Ask John I'm part of the fight club
I got my gun n my knife up
She ask about a future with me
I told her I can't even photo that
It's broke her heart when I told her
Jumped out the car she totaled that
Straight to the house like I ran it back
Cappin n still wasnt planning that
She free in the zone like she Janet Jack
Penetration in Rhythm Nation
Hop in that bitch double Dutch
I hadda roll me a couple up
I told that bitch I'm the one
There ain't no need for a runner up
I be with Miles run it up
Let it all show don't cover up
Fuck on that bitch for the winter
Lettin her go when the summer come
I hadda put all my humble up
They actin like I ain't done enough
Spring weather money goin up
Fall in the spot you kno it's us
Reppin I'm throwin my numbers up
Blow a few dollars fuck it up
Fuckin her good thru the winter
Cuttin her off when the summer come
Ayo Miles run it up
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Writer(s): Robert Smalls
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