Lud Foe – Killa Season lyrics

[Intro : 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


[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
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
I grew up in the slums we had [?] and welfare
Gang banging on some Foe shit Ima rich nigga ion want no broke bitch dressed in all black like Im Eazy E shout out to my jeweler got me looking like Im Mr. T
Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn't be, one phone call have my youngins make him rest in peace
Hungry nigga eat yo face then spit out yo teeth, Ima dog on a bitch walk up with a leash


[Verse 2: Lud Foe]
Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy, feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy
Fuck a deal i go independent call me Webbie
Im sipping on this 1738 like Fetty
I keep a hollow in the chamber bitch Im always ready
Im always getting some money Im about my fetty
Bitch you gon' suck my dick or what doing all that frontin' that pussy boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting
Trapping like a fool so mechanic with a tool
Snooze, get put on the news let this rap shit fool you
Preacher man Im the teacher man Im gone school you remember being a broke nigga made me easy to lose a bitch Now Im getting money and I love to confuse a bitch
I make her work for me my daddy told me to use a
Bitch
Think twice before you lose your life in this music shit
I get so much money I don't know what to do with it
If you ain't getting no money i can put you in tune with it
I sweep you off yo feet, bitch this mac got a broom in it
Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting shit
Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it
Bitch I been the hottest and I already proven it
Water whip the bowl bitch I put the spoon in it
Can't fit in my circle nigga it ain't no room in it and i won't hit the club if i can't get my tool in it
Bitch Im young Rambo cooler on the TEC doing hits out the lambo, limo you get stretched bitch
Ima young nigga fucking vets, he get in that jam and confess
That pussy boy got put to rest
I just want the money you can keep the rest
Went to jail knocked my celly off the bunk bed
Doing all that sneak dissing bitch we gon' bump heads
We Giuseppe'd up red bottoms are us got Margielas i dont even wear bought em for what
Niggas dissing on my name cause I got some fame
I got perfect aim leave yo ass in alotta pain
Call my jeweler and I buy alotta chains remember I was broke as a joke hit alotta stains
I line a nigga up what i see Alotta brains
Smoking reefer like Im Wiz Khalifa bitch paper planes
We hit the club on some gang bang shit run a train on yo bitch let my whole gang hit
Niggas tryna steal my shit everybody know I started that no hook shit
Im in Chiraq bitch that's as real as it get
Where you gotta watch your back, tote a strap or you get hit
He gon' need a shit bag when he shit
Line a nigga ass up and i didn't miss