Firing Season

Lyrics

(Verse 1) Yeah, my hustle's a little different, that's why most can't comprehend I'm on the front line with it, no act, I do not pretend Nothing but respect from any door that I'm walking in And if they're on some succa shit, then they are not my friends They don't live it, they just talk about it That's why it's hard to listen to 'em when they shout it You and your sorry clique will get ran straight off the one way All seven of y'all is weak, like Monday thru Sunday No, I don't pump fake, when I raise up, I hit 'em And if the speed I'm traveling at is fast enough, then I split 'em Plus, everyone knows my get down, everything's A.O.B Even when I walk in strip clubs, them hoes pay me They keep claimin' they knowing, forgot how I make 'em fold Put 'em on hold like poker, the industry done got dry and cold Maybe I can make the flame rekindle I'm in my own lane smashing, I don't care to use a turn signal [Hook] We don't act, we don't front, we clicc-clicc pow Give 'em some of the siccest style None of 'em knowing that it would get this wild Firing season, here it comes We don't act, we don't front, we clicc-clicc pow You ain't knowing, well witness now We scoring everytime we don't hit fouls Firing season, here it comes (Verse 2) Baby, I'm hotter than a molotov Bet you I can get 'em high, and there won't be no pot involved Firing season, can't known of you busters stop the cause I bring the heat to 'em but they just melted like a Haagen Dazs Speaking of sweet and sour It's funny how bitches react when she know you got some power I guess she heard I was buzzin' plus she just shook her ex Must ve thinking she's so cute I'll answer bacc everytime she text What's next, S-E-X, yeah she wanna fucc Wants me to hit it all night, but I don't like her that much A couple months ago, she used to call me honey Now, she says bro, she must of lost interest in wanting to fucc me The worst that can happen, she'll probably have her cousins jump me Just like she wanted jump my bone, but I wasn't luccy Chance given, she'll succ my family tree And when she hears this song, she'll see me and probably ask me, were you talking about me [Hook] Eugenius (Verse 3) You ain't know what I'ma do next Kush smoke in my chest, cough higher than a birds nest Eyes low, my only way to function Dealing with you bitch hoes and succas I need something Flow is hot full of gas, driving haters off the freeway High speed mobbin' going bacc to the Bay Lyrical Rambo, my niggas call me Geno Spit game all real, ain't none of it pretend, though My crew know my steelo, gassin' I'm a full tank I never run out with fire from my mouth Set lames on fire, my explosion Or I can put you in a freezer and leave your ass frozen Me, I'm the chosen, and you, you're the weak link You need to take a seat and have a drink It's on me, I know it hurts for me to bomb first But you was thirsty, I had to quench your thirst [Hook]