2274 Jizzle - Press Season Lyrics

Bang bang, Poonie Gang, nigga
Free Skeech
Now, my turn
It's getting hot out, aww man, keep your mag clutched

And when them one niggas die, boy, don't ask us
Gram ain't never payed me, nigga, keep it in reality
Got demons after me, but not the opps who say they catching me
Pull up, gunning strictly aim

The switch ain't on here, we on a hit
Shhh be swift, look in them three mirrors
Slide the window down, hit them lights, nigga, he right there
Cha cha faa, shoot its like magic, he disappear

Me and Skeech, Kobe and Shaq, alley-oop, he break the glass
Two for one, you and your mans, five on you, biggie bag
Ain't even touch that bitch, she slid for a Fendi bag
Plug, say he like the way I move it, do it pretty fast

Watch niggas doing whatever, man, for a penny
Penny thinking he your mans' same
Niggas love you, they will kill you
Keep it on me, reaper hunting, man, I know he coming

I got a daughter, refuse to let these niggas push up on me
I got some hands on me, but a put these guns on you
We all they talk about, they say, shit, them thugs coming
We big brothers , big homies, OGs, lovers

2274, they know about us, or they heard us
Thugging
Told Skeech, before you home, I might grab a cutlass
Let Audi count my money, that's how she learned her colors

Press season, press whoever, give us a reason
It's getting hot, I'm full of anger
A hit, I need it
Puff puff pass this shit, gas, I might crash, shooter

Revenge to death, they shot bro, and we still shooting
Nigga
Revenge to death, they shot bro, and we still shooting
Word to Ray, I'm high as Eva , as I apply pressure

Won't never stop pressing down until it's all settled
How many niggas got got last summer
Nigga several
Don't care who love me or not, I'll die with the pedals

Bro f*cking with Scooby, doo & the meddling kids, he peddle it
Skeech in the feds, but rapping, me and 10, ahead of them
Just so I can get some money, I separated feelings
I always separate from niggas, but that never gave me feelings

Used to be asking, same nigga who couldn't get it from you
I ball from nothing, ball for years
Not the summer, I was nothing

Matter of fact, I'm somebody
This love too genuine, too hard just to come by it
Boss, I don't hunt niggas down, a come find me
Outside with it all on me, like I'm just riding

Tell a bitch, don't touch me, baby, we just vibing
Poonie Gang, 2274, you know we been violent
Lil' Jizzle, been around from were, they throw sevens down
From the east side, can't tell me shit, I made it out

Only rap real shit, these other niggas watered down
Niggas ain't rapping up shit, that's they mans in them pounds
Don't talk about me like you know me
I'm good in any hood, like being away

But you got Kobe, got this AK on me, I wake up so lonely
Niggas talk that pop out shit, get popped up and posted
Nigga
Niggas talk that pop out shit, get popped up and posted

Code of silence
Niggas can't
See me, I'm like pac in this bitch