Styles P - Hoody season lyrics

Tired of springs cause the weather broke Yeah money and guns, we go to get them both to spot with my hoody on Making sure I stay awake, blunt after blunt after blunt So I stay in They say money talk so I should have spoke Mind n***a to the day I die, n***a, to the oath Old rapper, new rapper, get smoked like the dutchie and the blue rapper Thats the motherf**ing engineer, a n***a harder than me thats send them head I put the hoody on, pull the drawer strings Give it a second, you hear the phone rings And I dont mean the cellphone Salute to the n***a that call a cell home You know the goals to hold it down know Hoody season put a coward on the ground know Keep it real g, and the hoodies Pop the sh** off, cause its hoody season Hoody season n***a X 2 Zip up pull over Keep it G like the alphabet upper case Your pigs, stay the f** away All I know is 4 kilos is a buck a day This is more than you talk but f** what a s**er say Police coming through then its tucked away If not, 3 words, duck or pay Airsh**, like the night people You can get it for the low you know the right people The day times cool but the nights evil Dream weed, white coke and white diesel n***as all up in the mix, n***as used to have grams Now we all up in the bricks Polo hoody and the Jordan hoody Got it down town c**aine.. hoody Champion and the night hoody Are all black murder one likely hoody I got all types of hoodies Old and the new hoody Even got the shooters in the red and the blue hoodies Keep it real g, and the hoodies Pop the sh** off, cause its hoody season Hoody season n***a X 2