Lyrics Killa Season - LUD FOE

Killa Season

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