Season

作曲：Waka Flocka Flame

作词：Waka Flocka Flame

Every time, every time, hit 'em back to back

Hah, boom, hahahaha

Let's take 'em to the island

Hoodrich, **

Salute Me or Shoot Me Volume 6

I ain't seen 'em

Close the door, **

Prince Ink, Rico Cash

Hoodrich, **

(You ain't gang, you a lame

You ain't gang, you a lame)

We fronted that boy that pack

Damn, we ain't even seen him

It's been two weeks on that body

I heard they just ID'd him

In my neighborhood, it's killer season

** walk around clutchin' they heaters

Get that L off your chest if you need to

If I piece you up, **, I'ma eat you

Ayy, yo, Big Tiny, bring that ** back, **

Every time, every time, hit 'em back to back

Hah, boom, hahahaha (Brick Squad)

I ain't seen 'em (Trapaholics mixtapes)

Close the door, **

(You ain't gang, you a lame

You ain't gang, you a lame)

We fronted that boy that pack

Damn, we ain't even seen him

It's been two weeks on that body

I heard they just ID'd him

In my neighborhood, it's killer season

** walk around clutchin' they heaters

Get that L off your chest if you need to

If I piece you up, **, I'ma eat you

Put that on my mama, that Coretha

With them weapons, I swear that I'm lethal

Boy, that fire on me like a beeper

Got that silencer on me, I'll bleep 'em

Hmm, mute somethin' for you dumb **

I'll shoot somethin', look at run, **

Gun you down just for fun, **

Hundred rounds, **, shoot somethin', **

Sprayed your mama house, you ain't do nothin'

Hundred ** with me and they all gunnin'

We the run down boys, **, we ain't runnin'

Pull up with ** with heaters

My ** stay hungry, we eat 'em

We straight out the jungle like zebras

And spot your ** up like a cheetah

I serve the bricks, ** a feature

Still scraping ** out the beaker

Had a diamondback with no kickback

Walker **, they ain't seen him

They gon' gun you down, ** gon' hunt you down

You get money now, we get them hundreds now

I was trappin' back then and I'm trappin' now

Got this ** on your card, we gon' track you down

Pull up on your ** ** with a hundred rounds

Make your ** bring that sack, we don't ** around

Put the silencer on it, don't make a sound

When I hit your ** **, it go bah-bah-bah

Hundred rounds, **, shoot somethin'

Sprayed your mama house, you ain't do nothin'

Hundred ** with me and they all gunnin' (Hoodrich, **)

We the run down boys, **, we ain't runnin'

35k for a thousand eight grams

55k if you wanna see me on stage goin' HAM

Trap money, **, rap money

I'ma mix it up and make more money

Trap money with the rap money

I'ma mix it up and make more money for my **

I'm gunning, I'm riding, I'm riding, I'm gunning

Running and ducking, I thought y'all was gangster

I will not serve you if you not a banger

I made a million with molly, I ain't talking **

Grew up on Grove where they're slanging iron

If you want a name, gotta spill blood, on Piru

Hundred rounds, **, shoot somethin'

Sprayed your mama house, you ain't do nothin'

Hundred ** with me and they all gunnin'

We the run down boys, **, we ain't runnin'

Volume 6

We did this ** for the streets, for the hood

For them ** behind them walls, **

Hoodrich, **

Real trap **