Murda Season

Nah for real we going straight in nigga kill shit
Let's go come on

Uhaul with this shit gelato sliding down ninety-five
Riding with some shit that'll get a young nigga five to nine
Said I'm all about my back end pull out bust all on her spine
I told that hoe I love her but do that really make you mine
Every day I leave the crib I put my life out on the line
Pass the work off to the gang but I will never drop a dime
And I ain't never been no snake so can't no nigga call me slime
I like my head with passion baby girl take your time
Threw a five in the club that's how a trap nigga unwind
Got the best bags in the city I drop the ticket you cop a dime
Nigga don't do nothin bout no weight
How the hell you call yourself a boss and all your niggas ain't straight
Yeah I'm a greedy ass nigga need some more food on my plate
Sad to say before I was trapping this gas a nigga had to take
I'm locked in with my migos man I feel just like I'm take
I'ma off your ass you go against the gang nigga
All I know is slang nigga
My boy taught me how to work that pot I feel like kane nigga
Free rozay up out that motherfucking chain nigga

Thought I was finished nigga I'm going up in this bitch again
Thought I told you don't even hit my phone if you ain't tryna spend
Only show up once a year nigga you remind me of mc ribs
I got quela for life that ain't my bae that's my rib
Get to dissing on the block I think you want your life to end
Treat my bitches like my glock it's time to put extensions in
Everything I say non fiction and it's coming off the lid
Bought the black out just to handle business
Seventeen up on my hip you bet not give me lip
Yeah I'm him you can't compare got too much dip up on your uhh uhh
And no conscious in this bitch I'm letting it rip
You can't name a beat I ain't kill
You can't name a bitch I ain't flip
Known for bags and them scrips
Pull the vacuum seals up turn the stoves on it's gelato in this bitch
Come on



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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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