Drought Season (feat. Kaveo)

It's another one of them drop spots, I hop in, the shit cost is like fuck it

**** takin' losses that they can't make up

Getting gaffed up for some of that shit they call cake up

Stretchin' the crack, makin' a bad batch

The screen from a tweeker's pipe turns black

So they go crazy, get hot headed, start actin' a fool yellin'

But y'all know there ain't no refunds in the shit that I'm sellin'

'Cause during the drought season

**** be lookin' for a reason to rush ya

So I suggest you pull up your bootsies, man, and pull out your buckets

Here's another part of this shit that a **** needs helpless about the game

The drought season main, 'cause this shit here never remains the same

And a brother ain't about to let his motherfuckin' capital go, mane

So instead he's got to get scandalous

'Cause he can't keep up and handle his business

Like he used to, and he ain't really wit' being through

Get Dallas tool that we kick, gotta make a smooth come up late

Catchin' motherfuckers outta bounds, swerve

Breakin' their punk ass, leavin' 'em scared

This is the type of shit that occurs

So don't get caught loose on perv

I got meals, wheels, and about $5,000 worth of bills

Bank account way in the red, fuckin' with the highest overhead

Jackin' off my money, yo ass is out, boy, and I promise you

I'm a money hungry motherfucker, and I'm so serious about my scratch

So you're best bet is to check yourself before you wreck yourself punk booch

I get down and dirty like Dr. Ruth, and I put that on the Gooch

Droppin' motherfuckers just like a bad habit, dag nab it

Tricks wanna get outta like, I let 'em have it

Now bag it

I got ice cream, candy, and all kinds of things of that flavor

And maybe later I might be willing to go low as long as you buy it before

'Cause I'm the only motherfucker with A-1 Yola

None of that ol' cake in with baking soda

It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast

Those who got leftovers will become obese

Triplin' my mail off the triple beam scale

I even got enemies with envy askin' me for yayo

The drought season, **** lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

The drought season, **** lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

A ****'s tryna to work hard on a meal ticket so I can't stand to be dry

'Cause after the strong demand and supply

But in the drought season, it's too hard to get by

**** be runnin' off with D, gaffin' motherfuckers

Bitches startin' act chancey

'Cause a **** mail ain't too motherfuckin' fancy

Rollin around with a deuce and a quarter

Can't get caught, loose on the border

Sittin' on them thangs like 40

Will stay fuckin' with a bitch's brain

Can't be affected by the great depression

This country is in a recession, I reckon

So let me give your ass a funky lesson

Never let a motherfucker know what you got or what you buyin'

It's them bootsie motherfuckers in your town that's always dyin'

Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on the hush, mate

Hit it hard one time and then hibernate

Now check game, I'm tryna do my own motherfuckin' thang

But shit just ain't right

For heaters that just got way too tight, jackin' motherfuckers on sight

But I'm a **** that don't give a fuck

When I'm tryna get my cashflow up

And when them there seasons whatever the reason may be

**** comin' up short, tie, gag, watch 'em short from out the sea

For sale signs on a ****'s shit, 'cause he ain't got no motherfuckin' P

Sellin' up everything made of material G

The drought season, the drought season

**** lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

The drought season, **** lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

I'm really not all that sure about one thing, it's gonna mature

So let me find a **** with a grip and hit his ass quick

With a lick

What's the definition of lick? Takin' a ****'s shit

Put that on somethin'

I put that on a clique, if consider yourself a hustler

You can't be no Buster Brown

Stackin' mail, straight come up

And when fuck come around, be down

A ****'s got to have some type of hustle

Whether it's sellin' dank or robbin' banks

Snitches can't go to the pen, 'cause they fuck around and wind up shanked

In the presence of drought season, shit gets hectic

**** losing they lives, when they least expect it

It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo, lettin' motherfuckers know, mane

Spittin' that ol' shit that motherfuckers don't understand

Tardy to the crazy ass game, never got to be clever

'Specially in this type of weather, ya know?

The drought season

The drought season, **** lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

The drought season, **** lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

The drought season, **** lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

The drought season, **** lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'