Killa Season
Aye now This is killa season
Let out them demons
He a pussy with a gun
That's why they left him bleeding
Keep it on me at all times I don't need a reason
Wiped his nose like he was sneezing
These bullets left him wheezing
Let me tell you bout my best friend
This is not a Glock
It's a Smith & Wesson
My favorite weapon
If they call a foul
Then bring the ref in
Cuz I just caught a tech
When
I hit him in his chest
Wit it
Wish him the best
Did not know what to expect
He did not have a vest
So I made a mess
No you should not
Test me
Directly
Or indirectly
Keep it G
Or I'll have to take it back to the streets
Let the butcher handle beef
Let the shooters off they leash
And
If he get locked down
The dog pound gone have a feast
I'm surrounded by some beasts
Watch your mouth before you speak
I'm just wildin on this beat
But I'll still leave your ass deceased
Out of all the people in the world you chose to fuck with me
That decision was your last I'm bout to crash out in this Jeep
If I catch his ass outside he gone get laid down like he sleeping
So he bet not post up on his block
Cuz I'll do this every week
And every day
And every hour
For as long as it takes
Yuhh
Send shots at your brain
Tore him out his frame
I can't take this shit no more
I'm bout to go insane
They think just cuz I'm chilling
I don't mean the shit I say
I be flying around the city
Doing 150
Cops can't catch
What they can't see
Pigs can't fly
Ain't no catching me
The minute swine flu
I was off the scene
He wanna talk it out
I just press delete
Another opp is gone
I don't want no peace
Until I get a piece
Imma kill em all
I don't care who see
Imma shoot the scene
Spielberg
Or spike lee
Very frightening
I'm the boogie man
In your nice dream
Imma drag my balls on
Her mouthpiece
Shoulda seen the way that the bitch sucked me
When I nut don't touch me
Bitch
Little drummer boy with the funk see
Better watch it the way that you stepping
I might blow a fuse
Imma bless you
Aye now This is killa season
Let out them demons
He a pussy with a gun
That's why they left him bleeding
Keep it on me at all times I don't need a reason
Wiped his nose like he was sneezing
These bullets left him wheezing
Let out them demons
He a pussy with a gun
That's why they left him bleeding
Keep it on me at all times I don't need a reason
Wiped his nose like he was sneezing
These bullets left him wheezing
Let me tell you bout my best friend
This is not a Glock
It's a Smith & Wesson
My favorite weapon
If they call a foul
Then bring the ref in
Cuz I just caught a tech
When
I hit him in his chest
Wit it
Wish him the best
Did not know what to expect
He did not have a vest
So I made a mess
No you should not
Test me
Directly
Or indirectly
Keep it G
Or I'll have to take it back to the streets
Let the butcher handle beef
Let the shooters off they leash
And
If he get locked down
The dog pound gone have a feast
I'm surrounded by some beasts
Watch your mouth before you speak
I'm just wildin on this beat
But I'll still leave your ass deceased
Out of all the people in the world you chose to fuck with me
That decision was your last I'm bout to crash out in this Jeep
If I catch his ass outside he gone get laid down like he sleeping
So he bet not post up on his block
Cuz I'll do this every week
And every day
And every hour
For as long as it takes
Yuhh
Send shots at your brain
Tore him out his frame
I can't take this shit no more
I'm bout to go insane
They think just cuz I'm chilling
I don't mean the shit I say
I be flying around the city
Doing 150
Cops can't catch
What they can't see
Pigs can't fly
Ain't no catching me
The minute swine flu
I was off the scene
He wanna talk it out
I just press delete
Another opp is gone
I don't want no peace
Until I get a piece
Imma kill em all
I don't care who see
Imma shoot the scene
Spielberg
Or spike lee
Very frightening
I'm the boogie man
In your nice dream
Imma drag my balls on
Her mouthpiece
Shoulda seen the way that the bitch sucked me
When I nut don't touch me
Bitch
Little drummer boy with the funk see
Better watch it the way that you stepping
I might blow a fuse
Imma bless you
Aye now This is killa season
Let out them demons
He a pussy with a gun
That's why they left him bleeding
Keep it on me at all times I don't need a reason
Wiped his nose like he was sneezing
These bullets left him wheezing
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Spann Jr
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