Letra de Hoodie Season - Jim Jones

(Feat. Keen Streetz, Dyce Payso)

Hoodie season

Blanco

ByrdGang

Uh (I don't understand), yeah (Clean or dirty?)

What's up? Yeah

In the hood, my nigga Peezy with a few sleezies (Yo)

Ex-bitch doing bad, I think she still need me (I see her)

I've been had a bag, had them fiends calling (Oh)

When the plug do the work, the whole team ballin'

Dyce ain't regular (Ha), nothin' like your P-D (At all)

Turn to me, I had them runners (You know) spit 'em like a CD (Baow)

Ain't no love in the air and we don't give a F (At all)

I give her a bag and I give her sex, you mad, you stuck in her texts

Nigga, you been poppin' dusty

I had fire on the block, I had to stop the custies (That's true)

If we talk about blanco, do not discuss me (At all)

You stink niggas (Right) and I don't rock with mustys (Uh)

That nigga ain't no gangster, he just broke and mad (Uh)

I don't even want to speak if we ain't talkin' cash (Uh-huh)

I spend with my jeweler 'cause it cost to brag (It do)

When it's on, keep that energy and don't be mad

My hammer up, it's stuck there

Yeah, I'm from the Bronx and we don't give a fuck there (Yeah)

All my jewels bling-bling, nigga, ain't no tuck there

You know they gon' knock-knock, nigga, if them drugs there (Yeah, uh, let's go)

I had a fiend try the work before I buy the work (Okay)

I read up on July 4th, I had that fire work (Yeah)

Bagging up a few samples, then I supply it first (I did)

And if you know I gave you credit, I need it by the first (I need it all, nigga)

In the trenches with the ratchet in the sleeve (Oh, yeah)

Project baby, I was trapping in the P's (I was)

Got it by the pounds, they was traffickin' the weed

Know that boy about it 'bout it, I'm a master with the P's (Goddamn)

Funerals, wakes, niggas get put in the hearse (Yeah)

Face on the tee, was tryna turn niggas to merch (Yeah)

If I don't get it off rap, I'ma get it with work (Yeah)

This the unemployment line, I can get you some work (Ha)

I was down on my last, then got my bag up (What else?)

Saving every two slips, that got my stash up (That's a fact)

Getting head from two bitches 'til they gag up (What?)

I told them they can split my pole, it ain't bad luck (Ha)

Me and Payso got it sewn like a seamstress

And Jim recognized, that nigga's a genius (Capo)

Yeah, I'm still giving them that stat talk (Facts, stat talk)

Nigga, this that ByrdGang backtalk (Uh, Capo)

Free Melly, free Harv, nigga, free the guys (Free 'em)

We still going hard, so please be advised (East side)

There's no stars in the ceiling and we can see the skies (Get that?)

Somebody getting knocked down once this heater rise (Grrt, grrt)

I got this big MAC, but we don't need the fries (Like number two)

Better pay Pauly, you getting Peter rised (Scorch 'em)

If the ambulance ain't pick him up, he wouldn't be alive (Woo, woo, woo)

Car door, jumping out them shits, cost three-hundred G's to drive (Mean)

Fifty in the bank, playing cee-lo on the plane (What city?)

Two thousand grams on my neck, a kilo of the 'caine (Heavy)

I been Deebo the game (Facts), some niggas try and get they bite back (Ah)

I'm evil on the way out or I'm tryna catch a fight back (What's the tail number?)

Really get into it, nigga, richer than it ever was (You hear me?)

More money, more problems is what they said it was (Fuck that)

If niggas want problems, I can show them what this cheddar does

Trip down to Maza, extra fifty where the bezel was (Facts)

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