CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 4 Seasons
You know the grind, you can't cheat it
That's why I trap for four seasons
Demons in the Demon
Glock-19 leave you leakin'
All this ice on me but I ain't freezin'
Yeah I'ma let 'em have it
Shooters matchin' Gucci bandanas
F**k around and do it on the camera
Like, look at all these bands I done ran up
Made the trap snow like Santa
Even when I'm leanin' on the Scanna n***a
This a Trackhawk, not no Camaro (SRT)
She say Burna I ain't tryna share you
F**k her friend now she say I'm a player
Ballin' hard, some' like Tatum
All these extended magazinеs, I ain't talkin' bout the Fader
Trappin' out the buildin' and I'm sеrvin' all the neighbors
And you know by any means, man, I gotta get this paper
Bad b*t*h came through slayin' so you know I had to slay her
She ain't suckin' d**k then I'll holla at you later
Don't come to my block, them youngins givin' out tapers
Got 50 bands just to ice out the [?]
Watchin' ozzies diamonds hit like Joe Frazier
We made em viral, put 'em on the front page, yeah
Man, boy, uh
Put you on the news
I can't lie lil' bro, can't even share a deuce
Got some top shop for you, it'll take a two
Got this hotrod for you, better be breakin' news
N***as snooze, play the fool, knock him out his shoes
This sh*t brazy how I turn all of the greater blues
My shoelaces say "SHOELACES," this Off-White boo
It's kinda brazy c'ause my bag kinda off-white too
We don't play it by the rules, n***a, we gon make 'em, we gon break 'em
Hit him, shake him, right now they impatient
N***as talk sh*t, that's the type of sh*t that turn me up and get 'em offed quick
Gotta chill down on em Percs, they be havin' me nauseous
I'm the sh*t, how the f**k this AR grow some t**s? Send a blitz
Feds tryna sneak a picture so I'm fresh as sh*t
I can buy a n***a bag and I can buy his b*t*h
I can buy a n***a bag and I can buy his b*t*h
I can buy a n***a top and I can buy a brick
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, five-percent tint
Like Donatello, my young n***as play with sticks
turn his a** fifth
Money on your head, you know we gon bring that cash in
Racks in, she gon' shake that a** for that backend
All these Borden's plastic, elastic, can't fit
Bando boomin', can't get a chance to eat, sleep, sh*t
Water on my wrist, b*t*h say it get her seasick
Crodie finger itch, he don't really need a reason
We deep in the club and you know we brought the heat in
And It's in his sleeve just in case these n***as schemin'
I got on Palm Angels but I'm hoppin' in the demon
That's why I trap for four seasons
Demons in the Demon
Glock-19 leave you leakin'
All this ice on me but I ain't freezin'
Yeah I'ma let 'em have it
Shooters matchin' Gucci bandanas
F**k around and do it on the camera
Like, look at all these bands I done ran up
Made the trap snow like Santa
Even when I'm leanin' on the Scanna n***a
This a Trackhawk, not no Camaro (SRT)
She say Burna I ain't tryna share you
F**k her friend now she say I'm a player
Ballin' hard, some' like Tatum
All these extended magazinеs, I ain't talkin' bout the Fader
Trappin' out the buildin' and I'm sеrvin' all the neighbors
And you know by any means, man, I gotta get this paper
Bad b*t*h came through slayin' so you know I had to slay her
She ain't suckin' d**k then I'll holla at you later
Don't come to my block, them youngins givin' out tapers
Got 50 bands just to ice out the [?]
Watchin' ozzies diamonds hit like Joe Frazier
We made em viral, put 'em on the front page, yeah
Man, boy, uh
Put you on the news
I can't lie lil' bro, can't even share a deuce
Got some top shop for you, it'll take a two
Got this hotrod for you, better be breakin' news
N***as snooze, play the fool, knock him out his shoes
This sh*t brazy how I turn all of the greater blues
My shoelaces say "SHOELACES," this Off-White boo
It's kinda brazy c'ause my bag kinda off-white too
We don't play it by the rules, n***a, we gon make 'em, we gon break 'em
Hit him, shake him, right now they impatient
N***as talk sh*t, that's the type of sh*t that turn me up and get 'em offed quick
Gotta chill down on em Percs, they be havin' me nauseous
I'm the sh*t, how the f**k this AR grow some t**s? Send a blitz
Feds tryna sneak a picture so I'm fresh as sh*t
I can buy a n***a bag and I can buy his b*t*h
I can buy a n***a bag and I can buy his b*t*h
I can buy a n***a top and I can buy a brick
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, five-percent tint
Like Donatello, my young n***as play with sticks
turn his a** fifth
Money on your head, you know we gon bring that cash in
Racks in, she gon' shake that a** for that backend
All these Borden's plastic, elastic, can't fit
Bando boomin', can't get a chance to eat, sleep, sh*t
Water on my wrist, b*t*h say it get her seasick
Crodie finger itch, he don't really need a reason
We deep in the club and you know we brought the heat in
And It's in his sleeve just in case these n***as schemin'
I got on Palm Angels but I'm hoppin' in the demon
