Hoodie Season lyrics

[Intro: Dyce Payso]
Hoodie season
Blanco
ByrdGang
Uh (I don't understand), yeah (Clean or dirty?)
What's up? Yeah

[Verse 1: Dyce Payso & Keen Streetz]
In the hood, my n*gga Peezy with a few sleezies (Yo)
Ex-b*tch doing bad, I think she still need me (I see her)
I've been had a bag, had them fiends calling (Oh)
When the plug do the work, the whole team ballin'
Dyce ain't regular (Ha), nothin' like your P-D (At all)
Turn to me, I had them runners (You know) spit 'em like a CD (Baow)
Ain't no love in the air and we don't give a F (At all)
I give her a bag and I give her sex, you mad, you stuck in her texts
n*gga, you been poppin' dusty
I had fire on the block, I had to stop the custies (That's true)
If we talk about blanco, do not discuss me (At all)
You stink n*ggas (Right) and I don't rock with mustys (Uh)
That n*gga ain't no gangster, he just broke and mad (Uh)
I don't even want to speak if we ain't talkin' cash (Uh-huh)
I spend with my jeweler 'cause it cost to brag (It do)
When it's on, keep that energy and don't be mad
My hammer up, it's stuck there
Yeah, I'm from the Bronx and we don't give a f*ck there (Yeah)
All my jewels bling-bling, n*gga, ain't no tuck there
You know they gon' knock-knock, n*gga, if them drugs there (Yeah, uh, let's go)
[Verse 2: Keen Streetz & Jim Jones]
I had a fiend try the work before I buy the work (Okay)
I read up on July 4th, I had that fire work (Yeah)
Bagging up a few samples, then I supply it first (I did)
And if you know I gave you credit, I need it by the first (I need it all, n*gga)
In the trenches with the ratchet in the sleeve (Oh, yeah)
Project baby, I was trapping in the P's (I was)
Got it by the pounds, they was traffickin' the weed
Know that boy about it 'bout it, I'm a master with the P's (Goddamn)
Funerals, wakes, n*ggas get put in the hearse (Yeah)
Face on the tee, was tryna turn n*ggas to merch (Yeah)
If I don't get it off rap, I'ma get it with work (Yeah)
This the unemployment line, I can get you some work (Ha)
I was down on my last, then got my bag up (What else?)
Saving every two slips, that got my stash up (That's a fact)
Getting head from two b*tches 'til they gag up (What?)
I told them they can split my pole, it ain't bad luck (Ha)
Me and Payso got it sewn like a seamstress
And Jim recognized, that n*gga's a genius (Capo)
Yeah, I'm still giving them that stat talk (Facts, stat talk)
n*gga, this that ByrdGang backtalk (Uh, Capo)

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Free Melly, free Harv, n*gga, free the guys (Free 'em)
We still going hard, so please be advised (East side)
There's no stars in the ceiling and we can see the skies (Get that?)
Somebody getting knocked down once this heater rise (Grrt, grrt)
I got this big MAC, but we don't need the fries (Like number two)
Better pay Pauly, you getting Peter rised (Scorch 'em)
If the ambulance ain't pick him up, he wouldn't be alive (Woo, woo, woo)
Car door, jumping out them sh*ts, cost three-hundred G's to drive (Mean)
Fifty in the bank, playing cee-lo on the plane (What city?)
Two thousand grams on my neck, a kilo of the 'caine (Heavy)
I been Deebo the game (Facts), some n*ggas try and get they bite back (Ah)
I'm evil on the way out or I'm tryna catch a fight back (What's the tail number?)
Really get into it, n*gga, richer than it ever was (You hear me?)
More money, more problems is what they said it was (f*ck that)
If n*ggas want problems, I can show them what this cheddar does
Trip down to Maza, extra fifty where the bezel was (Facts)