Lead Season

[Verse 1]

Parked the Red Baron Beamer in the back of the cleaners

Relaxing with an army gun Zima

Medellin is in my blow like Floyd dance

This chain I wear is skinny, baby, but the weight 80 gram

Jumping out of silent shit, rugby marathon

Peace to Rob Paragon, smoke with Aguillah

Blow is designed for the ghost

But I don't want it if it's biting the head off

Come see me slap a don

Great escape, me and that connect with the crimeys

Back when me and Flex kidnapped the 90's

I was king, call me Luther LeBron

Make a dream team appear

Court-side seats in the karmas

Known for my get-down and fly wears

Usually my eyewear that make me buy up everything bomb

I'm a old Fila king with wings on

Street sharp Nike suit

Sharpey goon-face Milan

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We getting bread in the building

Niggas getting money

Quick to spread in the building

Get lead in the building

Bosses don't bite, they write checks

I want the nigga head in the building

Get fed in the wilderness

[Verse 2]

Ay yo, four-limb goose down to the Timbs

The gems is coke-boy money, lay in the 700 Benz

Blowing cheeba, dumping ashes

The class of last year

That'll throw your head through the glass

Forty-five, all diamonds in it

Grimies did it

Chinese killers jump out and divot

I will post in the New York Post, blueberry ghost

You'll steady motion when I'm aiming my pitch

We young niggas who die hard

Fly ride hard

Soft top, that means to push your head off

I be famous, but my bodyguard Spanglish

It's all miscellaneous, ain't nobody telling

It ain't a issue

Thick skits tapes with bombs in it

Cooler than the velvet-grown pool

And the pussy embalmed with it

Yeah, Buddha texture's cashmere

I beat your man up, drop five hundred, and blow and smash gears

[Hook]