Killa Season
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can get you tagged
I'll chop your body up, divide up in separate plastic bags
Like Sauce, I Walk it, bitch, no talking, bitch,
I just go get the bag
You know your time is up, I'm grimy, bruh, I can't show you my hand
You know I'm what you not, you cap a lot, but you think you the man
I pull the mower out, I'll chop your grass, little nigga, that's yo ass
Yeah, it's Killa Season, hoodies up, yeah, I'ma do 'em bad
Can't play no games, I rearrange your face like "who the fuck is that"
Don't think that you gon' up the score on me, bitch, I'ma get you back
They wasn't fuckin' with me, now they on my dick, yeah
I'm bringing home the bacon, but it's fuck the pigs, yeah
All these niggas is pretend, they ain't genuine, yeah
Roll up a twinny-twin-twin, yeah, I'm in the wind, yeah
Type of nigga fill the stands out, I bring the bands out
I can't kick it with no nigga always got his hand out
I can't help it that you blew it, that's just how it panned out
Get it hot and bring the fans out
I'm-I'm-I'm on my shit, yeah
Started off with nothing, now I'm going big, yeah
I been could see the future since I was a kid, yeah
I know that lil nigga proud of what I did, yeah
My lady kill you for me, she my Harley Quinn, yeah
I can't take no more losses, so I gotta win, yeah
You ain't come from my mama, don't say you my twin, yeah
I been dove in that water, I know how to swim, yeah
You say it's up, it's up, don't give no fuck, 'cause
I can get you tagged
I'll chop your body up, divide up in separate plastic bags
Like Sauce, I Walk it, bitch, no talking, bitch,
I just go get the bag
You know your time is up, I'm grimy, bruh, I can't show you my hand
You know I'm what you not, you cap a lot, but you think you the man
I pull the mower out, I'll chop your grass, little nigga, that's yo ass
Yeah, it's Killa Season, hoodies up, yeah, I'ma do 'em bad
Can't play no games, I rearrange your face like "who the fuck is that"
Don't think that you gon' up the score on me, bitch, I'ma get you back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can get you tagged
I'll chop your body up, divide up in separate plastic bags
Like Sauce, I Walk it, bitch, no talking, bitch,
I just go get the bag
You know your time is up, I'm grimy, bruh, I can't show you my hand
You know I'm what you not, you cap a lot, but you think you the man
I pull the mower out, I'll chop your grass, little nigga, that's yo ass
Yeah, it's Killa Season, hoodies up, yeah, I'ma do 'em bad
Can't play no games, I rearrange your face like "who the fuck is that"
Don't think that you gon' up the score on me, bitch, I'ma get you back
They wasn't fuckin' with me, now they on my dick, yeah
I'm bringing home the bacon, but it's fuck the pigs, yeah
All these niggas is pretend, they ain't genuine, yeah
Roll up a twinny-twin-twin, yeah, I'm in the wind, yeah
Type of nigga fill the stands out, I bring the bands out
I can't kick it with no nigga always got his hand out
I can't help it that you blew it, that's just how it panned out
Get it hot and bring the fans out
I'm-I'm-I'm on my shit, yeah
Started off with nothing, now I'm going big, yeah
I been could see the future since I was a kid, yeah
I know that lil nigga proud of what I did, yeah
My lady kill you for me, she my Harley Quinn, yeah
I can't take no more losses, so I gotta win, yeah
You ain't come from my mama, don't say you my twin, yeah
I been dove in that water, I know how to swim, yeah
You say it's up, it's up, don't give no fuck, 'cause
I can get you tagged
I'll chop your body up, divide up in separate plastic bags
Like Sauce, I Walk it, bitch, no talking, bitch,
I just go get the bag
You know your time is up, I'm grimy, bruh, I can't show you my hand
You know I'm what you not, you cap a lot, but you think you the man
I pull the mower out, I'll chop your grass, little nigga, that's yo ass
Yeah, it's Killa Season, hoodies up, yeah, I'ma do 'em bad
Can't play no games, I rearrange your face like "who the fuck is that"
Don't think that you gon' up the score on me, bitch, I'ma get you back
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Writer(s): Joshua Davis
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