KidWond3r - k**a Season lyrics

[Intro : Lud Foe] Outwest 290 sh** n***a you know how Im rocking n***a Get your guns up get your funds up You on that opp sh** get mop stick b**h straight gang sh** No hook lets get it [Verse 1: Lud Foe] Alotta n***as breathing they shouldn't be breathing my young n***as k** for no reason Its the k**er season call me Cam'ron, pull up slam dunk sh** call me Lebron I be on the hide out when the police come leave a f** n***a bloody he gon' need a tampon Ian playing with no n***a no n***a no n***a x2 b**h Im creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me They ga**ed him up Ima put that n***a back on E Hit the club mugged up b**h Im high off E These stripper b**hes always tryna put that a** on me Hit the mall and f** up all this cash on me Point me to the n***a say he gon' smash on me These f** n***as fu, turnt they back fast on me The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang) These n***as soft, b**h Im grinding like Im Tony Hawk We hit yo block then come back all we see is chalk These n***as lie on these tracks all they do is talk n***a better use your head before we knock it off I get loose in this coupe b**h my roof missing, ain't no competition n***as snitching call em [?] These n***as fu and they cool with it Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it This street sh**, b**h Im too in it Say you riding foreigns but Im knowing that sh** too rented We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted slide back that door Ima shoot this b**h for two minutes Free my n***as out the jail cell until they free Ima raise hell, hell yeah say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there I grew up in the slums we had [?] and welfare Gang banging on some Foe sh** Ima rich n***a ion want no broke b**h dressed in all black like Im Eazy E shout out to my j**eler got me looking like Im Mr. T Alotta n***as breathing they shouldn't be, one phone call have my youngins make a rest in peace Hungry n***a eat yo face then spit out yo teeth, Ima dog on a b**h walk up with a leash [Verse 2: Lud Foe] Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy, feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy f** a deal i go independent call me Webbie Im sipping on this 1738 like Fetty I keep a hollow in the chamber b**h Im always ready Im always getting some money Im about my fetty b**h you gon' s** my dick or what doing all that frontin' that p**y boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting Trapping like a fool some mechanic with a tool fools get put on the news let this rap sh** fool you Preacher man Im the teacher man Im gone school you remember being a broke n***a made me easy to lose a b**h Now Im getting money and I love to confuse it b**h I make it work for me my daddy told me to use a b**h Think twice before you lose your life in this music sh** 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, b**h this mac got a broom in it Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting sh** Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it b**h I been the hottest and I already proven it Water whip the bowl b**h I put the spoon in it Can't fit in my circle n***a it ain't no room in it and i won't hit the club if i can't get my tool in it b**h Im young Rambo cooler on the TEC doing hits out the lambo limo you get stretched b**h Ima young n***a f**ing vet, he get in that jam and confess That p**y 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 b**h we gon' bump heads Giuseppe'd up red bottoms are us got Margielas ion even wear bought em for what n***as dissing on my name cause I got some fame I got perfect aim leave yo a** in alotta pain Call my j**eler and I buy alotta chains remember I was broke as a joke hit alotta stains I line a n***a up what i see Alotta brains smoking reefer like Im Wiz Khalifa b**h paper planes We hit the club on some gang bang sh** run a train on yo b**h let my whole gang hit n***as tryna steal my sh** everybody know I started this no hook sh** Im 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 sh** bag when he sh** line that n***a a** up and i didn't miss