Frank G. - Lead Season lyrics

[Verse 1] Parked the Red Baron Beamer in the back of the cleaners Relaxing with an army gun Zima Medellin is in my blow like Floyd dance This chain I wear is skinny, baby, but the weight 80 gram Jumping out of silent sh**, rugby marathon Peace to Rob Paragon, smoke with Aguillah Blow is designed for the ghost But I don't want it if it's biting the head off Come see me slap a don Great escape, me and that connect with the crimeys Back when me and Flex kidnapped the 90's I was king, call me Luther LeBron Make a dream team appear Court-side seats in the karmas Known for my get-down and fly wears Usually my eyewear that make me buy up everything bomb I'm a old Fila king with wings on Street sharp Nike suit Sharpey goon-face Milan [Hook] We getting bread in the building n***as getting money Quick to spread in the building Get lead in the building Bosses don't bite, they write checks I want the n***a head in the building Get fed in the wilderness [Verse 2] Ay yo, four-limb goose down to the Timbs The gems is coke-boy money, lay in the 700 Benz Blowing cheeba, dumping ashes The cla** of last year That'll throw your head through the gla** Forty-five, all diamonds in it Grimies did it Chinese k**ers jump out and divot I will post in the New York Post, blueberry ghost You'll steady motion when I'm aiming my pitch We young n***as who die hard Fly ride hard Soft top, that means to push your head off I be famous, but my bodyguard Spanglish It's all miscellaneous, ain't nobody telling It ain't a issue Thick skits tapes with bombs in it Cooler than the velvet-grown pool And the p**y embalmed with it Yeah, Buddha texture's cashmere I beat your man up, drop five hundred, and blow and smash gears [Hook]