Gator Season lyrics
by Lola Brooke
[Intro]
b*tches turn religious when they start bleeding
It's hot out in this b*tch, that's good enough reason
Doing the things that I like to do
n*ggas can't collect for me
b*tches can't check for me
Unless they got a check for me
[Verse 1]
Love of the money what I pledge
Toot your whistle [?] standing on the edge
So don't push me to the edge
From New York City, do not [?]
I tell you pop off, better pop off
What you mean you n*ggas stared?
Tell 'em I said keep the steppin'
[?] but I ain't Stephen
Been collеcting my tax
Protect my blessings, gotta keep a weapon
Guaranteed thеse b*tches checkin'
Take a minute like sixty seconds
[?] I ain't even [?]
Pretty on HD and high-res
Pretty, I'm too litty to be [?] at a opp head
[?]
Ain't gotta tell 'em what the [?] said
Mind be on my money so you know I keep my mind fed
[Chorus]
b*tches turn religious when they start bleeding
It's hot out in this b*tch, that's good enough reason
b*tches steady biting, got these hoes teething
It's hot out in this b*tch, it's gator season
[Verse 2]
They don't know my plan [?] on the low
[?] fifty doing eighty on the road
Don't panic, just let me know
And never mention these hoes
I'm upping it on my prices
f*ck them, busy with my shows
Big gator slept on, my n*ggas [?] on
Staple in their head if they die [?]
[?] I'ma have success long
I pray on the day I get a opp to see me flex on
I'm not the one you wanna bump into
Me and chicken gon' be beefing if I ever wanted to
If I could f*ck myself but it feel better when the other do
Still 'bout this paper, thumbin' through it
[Chorus]
b*tches turn religious when they start bleeding
It's hot out in this b*tch, that's good enough reason
b*tches steady biting, got these hoes teething
It's hot out in this b*tch, it's gator season