Crook Season (Water Promo Version) ft. Water Walkas Lyrics

Lizzy, I'm controlling the pace, stay out the way, don't play in my face

You threw shots, but you missed twice, I could get you dropped for some Chris Nikes

What you do, violator, want the Chris like, bitch right

We could do this on a calm night, all my lanes connected, I sent her on a long flight

Then I hit the shimmy, tearing up the tongue pike, I ain't gonna hold you

You put your own life on the line like I unfold you

This ain't that, this is that, your jaw glass, get it clap

Put that pressure on them, doctors gon' have to put some pressure on it

They say that pressure bust pipes, don't it

We on time and it's the right moment

In mi casa with my migos, sippin' on Casamigos, red cups and spliffs

Chunked off the whip, don't force it, chunked on the drip

We are not the same, why you tryin', nigga

Click clacker, knock the mane off a lion, nigga

Crook season, don't get caught up in the blizzard

I checked your temperature, your balls isn't frigid

I grew in the rear form and evolved on the pivot

It's all about perspective and you think you're on

Knew you was gon' turn on me like you had your blinkers on

I could tell you this though, this a all net, all wrist flow

I could see you clearly like you sittin' in a fishbowl

Yeah, you niggas hot, but I'm cookin' with that Crisco

Dark thoughts to dark realities

People that, through thoughts, turn to casualties

Think that we embellished, we talkin' in faction leagues

Schooled after hard knocks, now we the faculty

Stop playin' with me, my pops gone and you bangin' with me

Demon time, but what's different, I got an angel with me

I'm too sturdy, how you gon' tangle with me

Come and see bout me

Nigga, I'm on your ass like PSD

Bitch, I'm on your ass like Fenty

How many bars, that's plenty

Overload, hands on the cheek, she home alone

Don't call my phone, it ain't about business, then leave me alone

Crook season