Hoody Season - Styles P
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Hoody Season Lyrics
Tie the strings tight cause the weather broke,
Yeah money and guns, we go to get them both
the spot with my hoody,on, Making sure I stay awoke, blunt after blunt after blunt. So I stay afloat
They say money talk, so it should of spoke.
Mob nigga to the day I die, nigga to the oath.
Old rapper, new rapper, get smoked like the dutchie and the blue rapper.
Thats the motherfucking engineer, a nigga harder than me then send them here.
I put the hoody on, pull the drawer strings
Give it a second, you'll hear the 4 ring.
And I dont mean the 4G cellphone
Salute to the niggas that call a cell home.
You know the Ghost A hold it down though,
Hoody season put a coward on the ground though.
Keep it real g, and the hoody bleed
Pop the shit off, cause its hoody season
Hoody season nigga X 2
Zip up pull over whatever.
Keep it G, like the alphabet upper case,
You a rat or a pig, stay the fuck away
All I know is 4 kilos is a buck a day.
Listen more than you talk, but fuck what a sucker say.
Police coming through then its tucked away
If not, 3 words, duck or pay.
Airshit, like the night people
You can get it for the low, you know the right people.
The day times cool but the nights evil.
Dream weed, white coke and white diesel
Niggas all up in the mix, niggas used to have grams
Now we all up in the bricks,
Polo hoody and the Jordan hoody,
Got it down town cocaine scoring hoody,
Champion and the Nike hoody,
A all black murder one likely hoody,
im SP I got all types of hoodies,
Even got a fly guy and Trife type of hoody
Tru hoody Lou hoody Old and the New hoody
Even got the shooters in the red and the blue hoodies!
Keep it real g, any hoody bleed
Pop the shit off, cause its hoody season
Hoody season nigga X 2