Outta Season

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] All this lame shit been, been outta season (been, been outta season) Drop, chop the block for no reason Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side Drop the top, chop the block for no reason All this lame shit been, been outta season Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side Drop the top, chop the block for no reason All this lame shit been, been outta season [Verse 1: Bun B] Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, prop the fuck up Top dropped the fuck down and trunk popped the fuck up Love you if you stayed down and fuck you if you stuck up Shit, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and pick the truck up Laid up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka Un-DS Jordans I just pulled up out the locker Nina tucked with the chopper and if I pop her You couldn't stop her, break you off somethin' proper Been 'round since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru's rim Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, they better choose him Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you finna lose him Better check the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side Drop the top, chop the block for no reason All this lame shit been, been outta season Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side Drop the top, chop the block for no reason All this lame shit been, been outta season [Verse 2: Bun B] Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big balls in my nutsack Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck back Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck that Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the truck back Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in your yard Say exactly what the fuck I feel with no disregard David Blaine with this thang, mane, is this your card? This the trill niggas, 409 region You gon' have to back the fuck down or pay allegiance Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the seasonin' The King is on the throne, it's best you just appease him, bitch! [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side Drop the top, chop the block for no reason All this lame shit been, been outta season Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side Drop the top, chop the block for no reason All this lame shit been, been outta season [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] Summertime let the top off, spring up with the ice in winter Chop the block like a steak dinner, they bust shots, return to sender Graduated as a corner bender from the school of trill, showin' grill Pop, pop the seal, pop, pop the trunk, neon read, "Bitch, how it feel?" How it taste? Kringle season all in her face Eat the cake, don't forget to scrap crumbs off the plate, them candy flakes Drip off the chrome, sunshine won't leave me alone 'Cause I keep a glow, when they throw a stone When it rains on my Vogues, and I swang and I tip slow [Bridge: Big K.R.I.T.] Practice what I always preach No hand-outs, bitch stop that reach I'm still holdin' on, competitin' All that lame shit outta season [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side Drop the top, chop the block for no reason All this lame shit been, been outta season Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side Drop the top, chop the block for no reason All this lame shit been, been outta season