Young Ceezy - k** Szn lyrics

[Intro: Mixtape Dan] Today is Thursday, February 9th, 2516, today is the last day of peace that we'll have for a while, tomorrow we plan to go outside and get munitions for a while, we need to stock up, because today is the last day of peace that we'll have for a long, long time, because tomorrow marks the beginning, of k** season [Verse 1: Young Ceezy] I was gone for a minute and y'all still ain't on my level f** with Young Ceezy b**h you dancing with the devil I might pull up on your block, spray with that metal, bullets so hot make 'em pop like a kettle Shoot from afar long range on my gun Watch 'em take off n***a run Forrest run Imma big dog n***a I'm your dad you my son Banging on my chest Imma ape issa drum 30 in my clip, hollow tip, let it rip, f** with my clique leave you bleeding like a b**h Dope what I smoke and that henny what I sip Pull up on a n***a and just aim it at his lip [Hook: Mixtape Dan] Oh man No plan So fried Dopeman No gas Automatic Spray the sh** Dissolve the fabric Its all in rapping Its all in rapping Its all in rapping Its all in rapping [Verse 2: Young Ceezy] Aye, Aye Heard ya new sh** n***a I don't f** witchu My new flow so cold b**h I caught the flu So I spit it on the track and the beat achoo-ed 30 round drum and it go boom-badoom-badoom Young Ceezy I got nothing to lose I got a-hunnid b**hes and a couple of goons So high off that loud b**h I'm f**ing the moon Ice on my wrist n***a like it's snowing in June Aye, me and Dan in the stu Young Ceezy on the track b**h you know how I do You know I got the sauce and you know I got the juice And it's over for these n***as when I start letting loose [Bridge] Aye Yo Dan, come k** 'em real quick Aye, Aye, Aye [Verse 3: Mixtape Dan] b**h I go dummy You dont get money These rappers sweet like some honey These rappers soft like some bunnies I dont think theyre comedians but they still acting so funny Acting like they got a Raury When in reality they know they dont got sh** but a hobby You better stay in the lobby You better pay some attention To the conventions that i be inventing cuz im in the attic just chilling and youre at the table just setting Goddamnit man i be forgetting about all the fires im spitting Counting all this money and i stack it, put the sh** on like a letterman jacket, hit you with rackets no tennis, in court like the Merchant of Venice if you let me do it, take, take me to a pool table scratch it 8 ball in the right corner pocket Goddamnit man ill say it and ill shout it Won't say it if i dont know the outcome said i got No plan, spitting letters like a Postman I feel like i have been So fried Fry up the verse Goddamn [Hook: Mixtape Dan] Oh man No plan So fried Dopeman No gas Automatic Spray the sh** Dissolve the fabric Its all in rapping Its all in rapping Its all in rapping Its all in rapping