Outta Season (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

All this lame shit been, been outta season
 (been, been outta season)
 Drop, chop the block for no reason
 Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
 Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
 Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
 All this lame shit been, been outta season
 Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
 Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
 Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
 All this lame shit been, been outta season
 Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, prop the fuck up
 Top dropped the fuck down and trunk popped the fuck up
 Love you if you stayed down and fuck you if you stuck up
 Fuck, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and pick the truck up
 Laid up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
 Un DS Jordan's I just pulled up out the locker
 Nina tucked with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
 Break you off somethin' proper
 Been 'round since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru's rim
 Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, they better choose him
 Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you finna lose him
 Better check the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch
 Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
 Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
 Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
 All this lame shit been, been outta season
 Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
 Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
 Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
 All this lame shit been, been outta season
 Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big balls in my nutsack
 Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck back
 Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck that
 Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the truck back
 Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
 Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in your yard
 Say exactly what the fuck I feel with no disregard
 David Blaine with this thang, mane, is this your card?
 This the trill nigga's four-oh-nine region
 You gon' have to back the fuck down or pay allegiance
 Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the seas'nin
 The King is on the throne, it's best you just appease him, bitch
 Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
 Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
 Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
 All this lame shit been, been outta season
 Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
 Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
 Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
 All this lame shit been, been outta season
 Summertime let the top off
 Spring up with the ice in Winter
 Chop the block like a steak dinner
 They bust shots, return to sender
 Graduated as a corner bender from the school of trill
 Showin' grill, pop pop the seal
 Pop pop the trunk
 Neon real, bitch how it feel?
 How it taste?
 Pringle season all in her face
 Eat the cake, don't forget to scrap crumbs off the plate
 Them candy flakes drip off the chrome
 Sunshine won't leave me alone 'cause I keep a glow
 When they throw a stone
 When it rains on my robes
 Practice what I always preach
 No hand-outs, bitch stop that reach
 I'm still holdin' on, competitin'
 All that lame shit outta season
 Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
 Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
 Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
 All this lame shit been, been outta season
 Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
 Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
 Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
 All this lame shit been, been outta season