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Open Season
by Elvy The God
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I could get it gon right now
Whole sale or break it all down
Ina trap house
Bangin da roof
Off dis mf
Peekin out da window
Watchin out for
Da undercovers
Lotta nikkas leaches
Gotta watch em
Call em blood
Suckas
I’m w my blood
Brothers
I know
We can trust
Each other
We done been
Thru shit
Dat u ain’t never seen
Life a nightmare
It was hard to have a dream
Switch in my jeans
I ain’t worried boutta thing
Come thru like
A janitor
They way I clean the scene
Laser Beams
Blue, red & green
Fiends everywhere
We servin
Everything
Watchu need
Crack, dope, pills, lean or weed
Give a junkie just
A couple rocks
To freshin up my feet
Every since I was a shorty
I been run round these streets
In dat jungle ima Beast
I taught myself how to eat
Can’t no label put me on
A shelf I drop whenever
I please
If a nikka push
Push my buttons
Dis bitch grrr
Whenever I squeeze
Better Pray dat god
Bless you
Ima wipe
Ya nose if u sneeze
My baby brother
Turn regular glocks
Into machines
Play wit me
My lil homie dressin
Up like scream
Lamp on u
While u In yo livin room
Watchin TV
I be trynna stay away
From trouble But it come to me
Dem ppl kicked da door
Down to da trap
Now da block is where
I be
Take a look
Come n see
Showed a bunch a
Nikkas came
Thru here
Why not to fuck wit me
Should’ve seen his
Face when he
Found out his bitch
Was fuckin me
Suckin me
Luckily
U ain’t put yo all into dat bitch
Cuz she in love w me
Stay up in yo motherfuckin lane
It can ugly
I won’t get into over no hoe
I need dis money
Dummy
Just for
All Dat talkin
Put a zipper
On his tummy
Got up close
He fell I cracked
His egg like humpty
Dumpty
It’s open
Season ina field
We going hunting
My lil nikkas
Wildin
Off dem yerks
Trynna kill something
Skracth up In em
Straight 8s
Hop out w switches
N choppas
Posted up w kk
On dat 1400 blocka
U know we lurking
When we outside
Go inside
Close da curtains
Let a nikka dis the gang
N we gon murk em
If I can’t find you
I’m drop a birkin
Bitch, big do it
I could get it gon right now
Whole sale or break it all down
Ina trap house
Bangin da roof
Off dis mf
Peekin out da window
Watchin out for
Da undercovers
Lotta nikkas leaches
Gotta watch em
Call em blood
Suckas
I’m w my blood
Brothers
I know
We can trust
Each other
We done been
Thru shit
Dat u ain’t never seen
Life a nightmare
It was hard to have a dream
Switch in my jeans
I ain’t worried boutta thing
Come thru like
A janitor
They way I clean the scene
Laser Beams
Blue, red & green
Fiends everywhere
We servin
Everything
Watchu need
Crack, dope, pills, lean or weed
Give a junkie just
A couple rocks
To freshin up my feet
Every since I was a shorty
I been run round these streets
In dat jungle ima Beast
I taught myself how to eat
Can’t no label put me on
A shelf I drop whenever
I please
If a nikka push
Push my buttons
Dis bitch grrr
Whenever I squeeze
Better Pray dat god
Bless you
Ima wipe
Ya nose if u sneeze
My baby brother
Turn regular glocks
Into machines
Play wit me
My lil homie dressin
Up like scream
Lamp on u
While u In yo livin room
Watchin TV
I be trynna stay away
From trouble But it come to me
Dem ppl kicked da door
Down to da trap
Now da block is where
I be
Take a look
Come n see
Showed a bunch a
Nikkas came
Thru here
Why not to fuck wit me
Should’ve seen his
Face when he
Found out his bitch
Was fuckin me
Suckin me
Luckily
U ain’t put yo all into dat bitch
Cuz she in love w me
Stay up in yo motherfuckin lane
It can ugly
I won’t get into over no hoe
I need dis money
Dummy
Just for
All Dat talkin
Put a zipper
On his tummy
Got up close
He fell I cracked
His egg like humpty
Dumpty
It’s open
Season ina field
We going hunting
My lil nikkas
Wildin
Off dem yerks
Trynna kill something
Skracth up In em
Straight 8s
Hop out w switches
N choppas
Posted up w kk
On dat 1400 blocka
U know we lurking
When we outside
Go inside
Close da curtains
Let a nikka dis the gang
N we gon murk em
If I can’t find you
I’m drop a birkin
Bitch, big do it