"KILLOFFSEASON" lyrics
Smoke DZA, Westside Gunn, Curren$y & Max B Lyrics
G, G'd up
B's up baby (Kush God, bitch)
C's (Biggavel')
Throw some D's on them (Really?)
G'd up
Re-up, baby
Let's get it
Uh, yeah, yeah
I can give a nigga the whiplash ('Lash)
Biggaveli, the way it came, splish-splash (Splash, said, "What's up? ")
See me dippin' on lean, boss man in The Big Spur, and he sittin' all clean
I need a couple of thou', dog, niggas is stale, dog, bullets take them away like Calgon
I need my money a mile long, go off your toupee, turn your memory to a soufflé (Soufflé)
Oops (Oops), they spilled another clip at the competition, the game's mine, nigga, I don't proposition (I don't talk)
'Cause I remember I ain't have a pot to piss (Remember that?)
Now my rocks glisten (Glisten), now my cock slippin' (Yeah)
And any bitch I wanted to, fuck you need beer if this Henny right in front of you? (That yak, baby)
Roll another fifty up, P.O. locked up
Used to smoke sour with the C.O.s, he know (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Ayo, headshots'll leave a nigga with a half of brain (Ah, ah)
The wifey look like Road Dogg, Jesse James
Margiela-mass shootin' out the Escalade (Skrrt)
I'm an Eastside nigga, shit'll never change (Ah)
Whipped the coke with the Spade, had unc dizzy (Whipped)
Flyest spot on the tenth, but the whore pissy (Ah)
Issey-Miyake trench had the block drenched (Mm)
Frank-Clegg duffle when we cop bricks
Rockin' better with age, gettin' better with age
I ain't one of them niggas set in they ways (Uh-uh)
I'm still owed favors from Goodfellas that was never repaid
So any trollin', I would never engage (Nah)
I don't break often (Uh), I make fortune, take caution (Right)
Stomped out in bike gears, beat the brakes off 'em
Anythin' valuable, take off 'em
He act stupid, had a little homie- (He needs to chill out; Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'm introverted, I ain't social, I'm stoned
I'm in Satoshi Nakamoto at the Tokyo Dome
I'm talkin' more smoke (Uh), fourth row, long paper
Full steam, run through work like Bron Breakker
Lil' vulv', bad bitches and tunes
Saltwater pools, hundred thousand in jewels
Head shakin' like D'Lo, dude
Don't let your pride build you up to get your ego bruised
Huh?
The money in the safe, the car from outer space, the weed smoke blacked my face
But these hoes can't see me anyway, watch me escape, textbook, getaway
Castle Crook, stashin' what we took, bitch, we made it
See me stylin' in the look book, bitch, who famous?
Not me, I'm just hangin', low-ridin', the Chevy swingin'
Jewelry changin', I been coppin' way more kits lately, wrist blingin'
Fourty-one millimeter, it look like a Ferris wheel, for real
Came up slow, got up hella high, yes, we did, we still here
And I ain't creepin' back down, I'm just gon' chill (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Ayo, headshots'll leave a nigga with a half of brain (Ah, ah)
The wifey look like Road Dogg, Jesse James
Margiela-mass shootin' out the Escalade (Skrrt)
I'm an Eastside nigga, shit'll never change (Ah)
Whipped the coke with the Spade, had unc dizzy (Whipped)
Flyest spot on the tenth, but the whore pissy (Ah)
Issey-Miyake trench had the block drenched (Mm)
Frank-Clegg duffle when we cop bricks
B's up baby (Kush God, bitch)
C's (Biggavel')
Throw some D's on them (Really?)
G'd up
Re-up, baby
Let's get it
Uh, yeah, yeah
I can give a nigga the whiplash ('Lash)
Biggaveli, the way it came, splish-splash (Splash, said, "What's up? ")
See me dippin' on lean, boss man in The Big Spur, and he sittin' all clean
I need a couple of thou', dog, niggas is stale, dog, bullets take them away like Calgon
I need my money a mile long, go off your toupee, turn your memory to a soufflé (Soufflé)
Oops (Oops), they spilled another clip at the competition, the game's mine, nigga, I don't proposition (I don't talk)
'Cause I remember I ain't have a pot to piss (Remember that?)
Now my rocks glisten (Glisten), now my cock slippin' (Yeah)
And any bitch I wanted to, fuck you need beer if this Henny right in front of you? (That yak, baby)
Roll another fifty up, P.O. locked up
Used to smoke sour with the C.O.s, he know (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Ayo, headshots'll leave a nigga with a half of brain (Ah, ah)
The wifey look like Road Dogg, Jesse James
Margiela-mass shootin' out the Escalade (Skrrt)
I'm an Eastside nigga, shit'll never change (Ah)
Whipped the coke with the Spade, had unc dizzy (Whipped)
Flyest spot on the tenth, but the whore pissy (Ah)
Issey-Miyake trench had the block drenched (Mm)
Frank-Clegg duffle when we cop bricks
Rockin' better with age, gettin' better with age
I ain't one of them niggas set in they ways (Uh-uh)
I'm still owed favors from Goodfellas that was never repaid
So any trollin', I would never engage (Nah)
I don't break often (Uh), I make fortune, take caution (Right)
Stomped out in bike gears, beat the brakes off 'em
Anythin' valuable, take off 'em
He act stupid, had a little homie- (He needs to chill out; Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'm introverted, I ain't social, I'm stoned
I'm in Satoshi Nakamoto at the Tokyo Dome
I'm talkin' more smoke (Uh), fourth row, long paper
Full steam, run through work like Bron Breakker
Lil' vulv', bad bitches and tunes
Saltwater pools, hundred thousand in jewels
Head shakin' like D'Lo, dude
Don't let your pride build you up to get your ego bruised
Huh?
The money in the safe, the car from outer space, the weed smoke blacked my face
But these hoes can't see me anyway, watch me escape, textbook, getaway
Castle Crook, stashin' what we took, bitch, we made it
See me stylin' in the look book, bitch, who famous?
Not me, I'm just hangin', low-ridin', the Chevy swingin'
Jewelry changin', I been coppin' way more kits lately, wrist blingin'
Fourty-one millimeter, it look like a Ferris wheel, for real
Came up slow, got up hella high, yes, we did, we still here
And I ain't creepin' back down, I'm just gon' chill (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Ayo, headshots'll leave a nigga with a half of brain (Ah, ah)
The wifey look like Road Dogg, Jesse James
Margiela-mass shootin' out the Escalade (Skrrt)
I'm an Eastside nigga, shit'll never change (Ah)
Whipped the coke with the Spade, had unc dizzy (Whipped)
Flyest spot on the tenth, but the whore pissy (Ah)
Issey-Miyake trench had the block drenched (Mm)
Frank-Clegg duffle when we cop bricks
