Intro
(What these guys are singin' about is the fact that he'll turn up to somebody
And stab them in the back and twist the knife even deeper)
Grraw
(Bobby Lee, make it rain, boy) Grraw, grraw, grraw
It's the time of the season (yeah)
You know
I be feeling like I'm peaking lately, but you know (peaking season)
It's so hard to tell but um (blingidi, peaking season, woo)
I just wanna say (listen, peaking season)
Listen (wow, peaking season)
Yeah
I'm a hero in these streets but these motherfuckers only choose to back the villain
I ain't here to goof around, fuck the Xhosa raps, hope that all you niggas listen
Dropping trash, nigga you pollutin'
Stop the music, that's the real solution
How the fuck you run the game with the Zulu English nigga, man this shit confusing
All your songs got no replay value
All your homies, they be scared to tell you
What you serving shouldn't fit the menu
How the fuck you makin' people pay you
Heard your girlfriend she a bitch
She didn't go to school 'cause there were no boys in it
Put your homie on the tape
Just to show you niggas who the ones truly winning
It's peaking season, now they throwing shade
Surely all of y'all will know my name
All these haters getting more to say
Speaking facts, now they feel the pain
Kevin C is the only way that you be getting closer to what David on
You just carried by the beats
I ain't understand how these people play your songs
He was blood but he went for my bitch
Saw the chats, bro you stinky as shit
Dap me up when you really gon' switch
Ain't gon' lie, man you truly a dick
(Wait, you talking 'bout the same person?)
Nah fam, he knows who he is
(But dawg, that's pretty harsh though)
What permission, when you already did
This time I won't bury the hatchet
'Cause we know that you the one on the wrong
'Cause we know that you a bitch all along
Yeah, I know you think I'm jealous 'cause I diss you in songs, yeah
Right now, I ain't tryna keep it low-key
You remember when I asked and you told me
"She a friend, you don't even have to worry"
You were creeping all along, bro you dirty
(Yeah, peaking)
It's peaking season, now I hope you ready (peaking)
(Peaking) It's peaking season
(Hayi, hayi) Yeah
(Hayi, hayi, hayi)
It's the time of the season
Yeah
Listen
And stab them in the back and twist the knife even deeper)
Grraw
(Bobby Lee, make it rain, boy) Grraw, grraw, grraw
It's the time of the season (yeah)
You know
I be feeling like I'm peaking lately, but you know (peaking season)
It's so hard to tell but um (blingidi, peaking season, woo)
I just wanna say (listen, peaking season)
Listen (wow, peaking season)
Yeah
I'm a hero in these streets but these motherfuckers only choose to back the villain
I ain't here to goof around, fuck the Xhosa raps, hope that all you niggas listen
Dropping trash, nigga you pollutin'
Stop the music, that's the real solution
How the fuck you run the game with the Zulu English nigga, man this shit confusing
All your songs got no replay value
All your homies, they be scared to tell you
What you serving shouldn't fit the menu
How the fuck you makin' people pay you
Heard your girlfriend she a bitch
She didn't go to school 'cause there were no boys in it
Put your homie on the tape
Just to show you niggas who the ones truly winning
It's peaking season, now they throwing shade
Surely all of y'all will know my name
All these haters getting more to say
Speaking facts, now they feel the pain
Kevin C is the only way that you be getting closer to what David on
You just carried by the beats
I ain't understand how these people play your songs
He was blood but he went for my bitch
Saw the chats, bro you stinky as shit
Dap me up when you really gon' switch
Ain't gon' lie, man you truly a dick
(Wait, you talking 'bout the same person?)
Nah fam, he knows who he is
(But dawg, that's pretty harsh though)
What permission, when you already did
This time I won't bury the hatchet
'Cause we know that you the one on the wrong
'Cause we know that you a bitch all along
Yeah, I know you think I'm jealous 'cause I diss you in songs, yeah
Right now, I ain't tryna keep it low-key
You remember when I asked and you told me
"She a friend, you don't even have to worry"
You were creeping all along, bro you dirty
(Yeah, peaking)
It's peaking season, now I hope you ready (peaking)
(Peaking) It's peaking season
(Hayi, hayi) Yeah
(Hayi, hayi, hayi)
It's the time of the season
Yeah
Listen
Credits
Writer(s): Sinobomi Mbiko
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