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Album: No Hooks (2016)

Killa Season

Outwest 290 shit nigga you know how I'm rocking nigga
Get your guns up get your funds up
You on that opp shit get mop stick bitch straight gang shit
No hook let's get it

Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn't be breathing my young niggas kill for no reason
Its the killer season call me Cam'ron, pull up slam dunk shit call me Lebron
I be on the hide out when the police come leave a fuck nigga bloody he gon' need a tampon
I'm playing with no nigga no nigga no nigga
I'm playing with no nigga no nigga no nigga
Bitch I'm creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me
They gassed him up I'm a put that nigga back on E
Hit the club mugged up bitch I'm high off E
These stripper bitches always tryna put that ass on me
Hit the mall and fuck up all this cash on me
Point me to the nigga say he gon' smash on me
These fuck niggas fu, turned they back fast on me
The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang) These niggas soft, bitch I'm grinding like I'm Tony Hawk
We hit yo block then come back all we see is chalk
These niggas lie on these tracks all they do is talk
Nigga better use your head before we knock it off
I get loose in this coupe bitch my roof missing, ain't no competition niggas snitching call em stupid
These niggas fu and they cool with it
Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it
This street shit, bitch I'm too in it
Say you riding foreigns but I'm knowing that shit too rented
We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted slide back that door I'm a shoot this bitch for two minutes
Free my niggas out the jail cell until they free I'm a raise hell, hell yeah say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there
I grew up in the slums we had canned goods and welfare
Gang banging on some Foe shit I'm a rich nigga ion want no broke bitch dressed in all black like I'm Eazy E shout out to my jeweler got me looking like I'm Mr. T
Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn't be, one phone call have my youngins make a rest in peace
Hungry nigga eat yo face then spit out yo teeth, I'm a dog on a bitch walk up with a leash

Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy, feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy
Fuck a deal I go independent call me Webbie I'm sipping on this 1738 like Fetty
I keep a hollow in the chamber bitch I'm always ready I'm always getting some money I'm about my fetty
Bitch you gon' suck my dick or what doing all that frontin' that pussy boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting
Trapping like a fool some mechanic with a tool snooze get put on the news let this rap shit fool you
Preacher man I'm the teacher man I'm gone school you remember being a broke nigga made me easy to lose a bitch Now I'm getting money and I love to confuse it
Bitch I make it work for me my daddy told me to use a
Bitch
Think twice before you lose your life in this music shit
I get so much money I don't know what to do with it
If you ain't getting no money I can put you in tune with it
I sweep you off yo feet, bitch this mac got a broom in it
Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting shit
Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it
Bitch I been the hottest and I already proven it
Water whip the bowl bitch I put the spoon in it
Can't fit in my circle nigga it ain't no room in it and I won't hit the club if I can't get my tool in it
Bitch I'm young Rambo cooler on the TEC doing hits out the Lambo limo you get stretched bitch
I'm a young nigga fucking vet, he get in that jam and confess
That pussy boy got put to rest
I just want the money you can keep the rest
Went to jail knocked my celly off the bunk bed
Doing all that sneak dissing bitch we gon' bump heads Giuseppe'd up red bottoms are us got Margielas ion even wear bought em for what
Niggas dissing on my name cause I got some fame
I got perfect aim leave yo ass in alotta pain
Call my jeweler and I buy alotta chains remember I was broke as a joke hit alotta stains I line a nigga up what I see
Alotta brains smoking reefer like I'm Wiz Khalifa bitch paper planes
We hit the club on some gang bang shit run a train on yo bitch let my whole gang hit
Niggas tryna steal my shit everybody know I started this no hook shit
I'm in Chiraq this as real as it get
Where you gotta watch your back, tote a strap before you get hit
He gon' need a shit bag when he shit line that nigga ass up and I didn't miss


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