SEASONIN' Lyrics
- Genre:Electronic
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
No, I can't trust bitches cause these bitches phony
Cant fuck with you niggas cause a lot of niggas hoeish
Non Binary shells decapitate all jabronies
Demons show they hands since began then Believe it
Making classics anyway, everyday for no reason
Brought my own recipe cause y'all shit ain't have seasonin
Grab the pot, add some heat, mix it up, shid it need it Rockk
Drop a lil' mo, a lil' mo, yes pleases
Get the paper for the statements why they tellin' on the region
Reflecting days on the deck, commissary out of cheeses
They hatin' on me now, remember first they hated Jesus
Tryna frame me for a treason
Smoke' a ton everyday for the kings in the cell
How many grams does it take to flood out a whole allegiance
Naw I mean allegiance shid just a season
Alliance on Defense
Bad sluts and their friends flyin' out for the weekend
Silent notifications, no location this the Deep end
Don't worry bout what we did, no suffix to prefix
Hunchskalotti what I present Bought the whip with pretent
Speaking pretentious, no pretending you get no attempt
Line em up, he a mention, did it for a pension Said they paid attention
Who care to believe em Time to show em who the teacher
All that gibberish you throwin' out, it gots no meaning
Lookin' how you lookin', sayin' baby, don't tease me
All on the rooftop, clappin' cheeks, she Belgian
Gave you everything, how you still bein' greedy
I ain't even mad bout the music, they was leakin
When upside his head with a Log he was tweakin
Guppies to a shark don't stand a chance submarine'em
I ain't even mad bout the music, they was leakin
When upside his head with a Log he was tweakin
Guppies to a shark don't stand a chance submarine'em
Ayy, it was a drought, man, you know how it be
Supported the game , they just needed some C
The best offense, it created the D
Why all these Dead people keep touchin on me Ayy, it was a drought, man, you know how it be
Supported the game , they just needed some C
The best offense, it created the D
Why all these Dead people keep touchin on me