Killa Season - LUD FOE

Outwest 290 shit nigga you know how Im rocking nigga

Get your guns up get your funds up

You on that opp shit get mop stick bitch straight gang shit

No hook lets get it

Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn’t be breathing my young niggas kill for no

reason

Its the killer season call me Cam’ron, pull up slam dunk shit call me Lebron

I be on the hide out when the police come leave a fuck nigga bloody he gon'

need a tampon

Ian playing with no nigga no nigga no nigga x2

Bitch Im creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me

They gassed him up Ima put that nigga back on E

Hit the club mugged up bitch Im high off E

These stripper bitches always tryna put that ass on me

Hit the mall and fuck up all this cash on me

Point me to the nigga say he gon' smash on me

These fuck niggas fu, turnt they back fast on me

The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang) These niggas soft,

bitch Im grinding like Im Tony Hawk

We hit yo block, double back, all we see is chalk

These niggas lie on them tracks all they do is talk

Nigga better use your head before we knock it off

I get loose in this coupe bitch my roof missing, ain’t no competition niggas

snitching call em stoop pidgeons

These niggas fu and they cool with it

Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it

This street shit, bitch Im too in it

Say you riding foreigns but Im knowing that shit too rented

We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted

Slide back that door Ima shoot this bitch for two minutes

Free my niggas out the jail cell until they free Ima raise hell,

hell yeah say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there