King Chip - For Seasons lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Higher than ever, gray leather Head rest, 2 letters, double S's I love them Chevys to d**h These n***as fakin' they ready for gettin' they lines on set I don't know how to play they role, they more inclined to play themselves I just live amongst them trees Bakin' goodies, keebler elves Smokin' with them b**hes got em' focused in the kitchen Pots whippin I'm chillin' My and my n***a' grub like kings and then we dippin' Interstate, lane changer, Rover Rangin' 96 Lighters flickin' like them blinkers A motivated stoner mind blown but I be thinking Matchin' Benzes in ten days kid, live to talk about it like Ace did [Hook x2] We just worryin' bout the money them b**hes gon' come We just worryin' bout the money them b**hes gon' come We just worryin' bout the money them b**hes gon' come n***a pay that up front like the Ferrari trunk [Verse 2: King Chip] Yeah my n***a we in this b**h Smokin' strong that's the long Got some sh** that get you gone YSL, Dior Homme I'mma do this whole verse without no punch lines King Chip really livin' f** the one time Spitta hit me up when I was in Vegas, like you need some weed? I say hell yeah must have read my mind, where it be Twelve thousand dollar outfit in that Tech G I don't owe nobody sh**, King Chip debt free Matter fact, couple Cleveland k**ers owe me I can tell 'em keep it, have 'em run up on you no P Locked inside my head, hella weed, hella dead cops Me and Spitta smoke too much to not have dread locks Stalking haters on my Twitter, sniping 'em with headshots b**h a** eighth grader, f**ing hater dead now Damn that n***a Chip is crazy, maybe it's the weed, Spitta E'rybody know that ain't nobody cold as these n***as [Hook x2]