Hoodie season comin', it's gon' be one for the books
For my dogs who pay more, if I make sure that it cooks
When I spent my last travelin' on tours, all for the look
For the plugs I robbed, and every drug and dollar I took
I got a plan in place, surf fiends in the rain
Look like they meltin', got the candle face
Sunk in, buck ten smokin' grams for days
Sometimes your right hand's rotten, you gotta amputate
I got these bars rockin', all twenties do about a band a day
I mean, what the f*ck can you say
When they see you fall, bounce back and get it all
Hit the county tall, they be like, hold up, nah, he a ball
He be playin' with that raw, I done saw, then we ball
In a cage, no daylight, just a hoop up on the wall
Know you got detainers, ain't no go home
Who you gonna call, really gotta crawl
Before you walk, universal law
Do your job then, King
I don't think you should get involved
You better off playin' it safe, it's gettin' colder now
They'll snake your players if you let them hold it down
There's a body with a sheet over it
Street blocked off with the cop up out his car
Pointin' at me, sayin', go around"
Amputate Video (MV)
Performed By: OT The Real
Language: English
Length: 1:22
Written by: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell
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Hoodie season comin', it's gon' be one for the books
For my dogs who pay more, if I make sure that it cooks
When I spent my last travelin' on tours, all for the look
For the plugs I robbed, and every drug and dollar I took
I got a plan in place, surf fiends in the rain
Look like they meltin', got the candle face
Sunk in, buck ten smokin' grams for days
Sometimes your right hand's rotten, you gotta amputate
I got these bars rockin', all twenties do about a band a day
I mean, what the f*ck can you say
When they see you fall, bounce back and get it all
Hit the county tall, they be like, hold up, nah, he a ball
He be playin' with that raw, I done saw, then we ball
In a cage, no daylight, just a hoop up on the wall
Know you got detainers, ain't no go home
Who you gonna call, really gotta crawl
Before you walk, universal law
Do your job then, King
I don't think you should get involved
You better off playin' it safe, it's gettin' colder now
They'll snake your players if you let them hold it down
There's a body with a sheet over it
Street blocked off with the cop up out his car
Pointin' at me, sayin', go around"
For my dogs who pay more, if I make sure that it cooks
When I spent my last travelin' on tours, all for the look
For the plugs I robbed, and every drug and dollar I took
I got a plan in place, surf fiends in the rain
Look like they meltin', got the candle face
Sunk in, buck ten smokin' grams for days
Sometimes your right hand's rotten, you gotta amputate
I got these bars rockin', all twenties do about a band a day
I mean, what the f*ck can you say
When they see you fall, bounce back and get it all
Hit the county tall, they be like, hold up, nah, he a ball
He be playin' with that raw, I done saw, then we ball
In a cage, no daylight, just a hoop up on the wall
Know you got detainers, ain't no go home
Who you gonna call, really gotta crawl
Before you walk, universal law
Do your job then, King
I don't think you should get involved
You better off playin' it safe, it's gettin' colder now
They'll snake your players if you let them hold it down
There's a body with a sheet over it
Street blocked off with the cop up out his car
Pointin' at me, sayin', go around"
Writer: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC