PEAK SEASON
Yeah, yeah, yeah, too much thoughts up in my head I can't even sleep at night, 3 a.m
So I gotta hop in that Demon, right
Yeah, we keep your bitch around cause she drink semen, right
If a fuck nigga talkin' tough, then he can see the light
Hold up, this shit feel too easy, right
Yeah, it feel too easy
Niggas mad they bitches got hit man right on that repeat
Rappers fake, stompin' out and spittin' on they CD
Blow a nigga clothes, half off, peak season
It's too easy, we just repeat
I'm John Cena, they can't see me
Better pull out your chopper, this shit, getting real like 3D
STG, we gon' prosper, we gone light this, shit up like VV
Fah-fah-fah, I'm on killstreak
I'm the nigga who stayin' committed
I do it for me, not for none of you bitches
Dropped out of college, but got a degree with them switches
My life been lookin' a little different
Need a bitch like Serena who play with the balls like it's tennis
YND in the flesh, I'm a menace
Yeah, too much thoughts up in my head, I can't even sleep at night
3 AM, so I gotta hop in that Demon, right
Yeah, we keep your bitch around cause she drink semen, right
If a fuck nigga talkin' tough, then he can see the light
Hold up, this shit feel too easy, right
Yeah, it feel too easy
Niggas mad they bitches got hit man right on that repeat
Rappers fake, stompin' out and spittin' on they CD
Blow a nigga clothes, half off, peak season
She's a demon, 210 on the dash
Got the Hemi screamin
Took her out of the class, we shop at, Marcus Neiman
Pockets never fast, my diamonds leave, you sea sick
If you reach, you leakin'
Runnin' a track, it's the race of my story
Fuckin' this stallion like my nigga tory
Court in the morning, but I ain't the father according to Maury
Type shit, you internet niggas just type shit
Y'all don't ever wanna write shit
Walk in that bitch and I'm really just stealin' this bike on Deebo bike shit
I can't even sleep at night
3 a.m., so I gotta hop in that Demon, right
Yeah, we keep your bitch around, cause she drink semen, right
If a fuck, nigga talkin' tough, then he can see the light
Hold up, this shit feel too easy, right
Yeah, it feel too easy
Niggas mad they bitches got hit man right on that repeat
Rappers fake, stompin' out and spittin' on they CD
Blow a nigga clothes, half off, peak season