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