Slump Season

(This for my homies down south)
My homies down South
Bitch it's slump season
Jumping out the whip and got the trunk breathing
Bitch it's slump season
Cops ducking off streets I guess it's blunt season
Okay
It's 4am on the east side
We smoking
(Yea)
And We ain't reppin no b sides
We focused
(Yea)
Socks looking all knee high
She open
Come back to where we slide
Lets toke it
I said Tina got the burner, shooting out the cars
And Rita got the sermon, shooting for the stars
Bitch ain't got no Birkin, but she been going far
And I know that for certain, cause we was setting that bar
Member 66 in that van? Californ-i-a
Lamb truck on my right side, homie looking like life's better on this side of the fence
Now it's clear what I gotta do
Get money money my motto too
Just like that lotto fool so
Don't be twisted bout my ambitions
I take the beach anywhere I want, look at all the sand missing
She got that candy apple type, but shit I can't kiss it
Cause I got my session up at five, and I can't miss it

It's slump season
Laid back in my window tinted my trunk ain't breathing
Same time I be snapping bitches for no god damn reason
That shit was back then right now on my pivot
I hit that backend shit like oh my goodness
No god don't need no bully
No god don't need no ref
No balding still in my rookie
I'm dangerous gimme the tech
You fouling we made a play though
You softish you made a play doh
I'm godly gimme a halo
No cheese for the camera no standards
Rock a tee no flannel no manners on a tv channel
And I don't really fuck with that cable
Backdoor kick it in bitch im able
Fact more gifted than this shit
Dangerously been rippin up gifts from family tree still love me I know they do
Look at this shit wit a new angle
Figure four bitch like kurt angle
That's how I do though
(Yea)



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Writer(s): Cole Pereira
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