Lead Season

[Verse 1] Parked the Red Baron Beamer in the back of the cleaners Relaxing with an army gun Zima Medellin is in my blow like Floyd dance This chain I wear is skinny, baby, but the weight 80 gram Jumping out of silent shit, rugby marathon Peace to Rob Paragon, smoke with Aguillah Blow is designed for the ghost But I don't want it if it's biting the head off Come see me slap a don Great escape, me and that connect with the crimeys Back when me and Flex kidnapped the 90's I was king, call me Luther LeBron Make a dream team appear Court-side seats in the karmas Known for my get-down and fly wears Usually my eyewear that make me buy up everything bomb I'm a old Fila king with wings on Street sharp Nike suit Sharpey goon-face Milan [Hook] We getting bread in the building Niggas getting money Quick to spread in the building Get lead in the building Bosses don't bite, they write checks I want the nigga head in the building Get fed in the wilderness [Verse 2] Ay yo, four-limb goose down to the Timbs The gems is coke-boy money, lay in the 700 Benz Blowing cheeba, dumping ashes The class of last year That'll throw your head through the glass Forty-five, all diamonds in it Grimies did it Chinese killers jump out and divot I will post in the New York Post, blueberry ghost You'll steady motion when I'm aiming my pitch We young niggas who die hard Fly ride hard Soft top, that means to push your head off I be famous, but my bodyguard Spanglish It's all miscellaneous, ain't nobody telling It ain't a issue Thick skits tapes with bombs in it Cooler than the velvet-grown pool And the pussy embalmed with it Yeah, Buddha texture's cashmere I beat your man up, drop five hundred, and blow and smash gears [Hook]