Doperman, Frisk - 2 Seasons Lyrics

Take some time
Take some shit
You try to call me down
Cuz I'm too lit
And your brain fries when I explain it
What the fuck is you talking about?
I can't listen, I can't listen
I want more
If it's going great
I want more
That's a love sign
Yeah it's bad sign
I'm just swaggin to the core
Fuck a bad sign
Make sure your ex hides
Cuz I'm out of exile
Gas Life, Trap Life
Living yeah
Killing yeah
Daily daily
Oh you made a mess
Who the fuck is responsible for that
Forget the breakfast
Don't wait another second
I sing words
God is awakened
Fucking your bitch
You know that she be going too too
I don't think it I just do do
Act up and I'mma just loot you too
Fruits!
Fuck you listen to?
And fuck you talk about?
I can cut your friend in two pieces
two reasons
two seasons
I just got in style
Been the flyest all around
Ask your bitch she knows what's up
Got my racks high
Racks high
I'm trapping through this
Hellbound bass
Money on his face
Trapping this way
My interest outer space
You can catch me chilling up in places
Money on his head
Money on his pack
What you got down there
I smoke anything
Open that pack up
I do it one time
Fuck is a backup?
I be on the pedal if it gets too much
I should be going fucking insane
Ain't no backstabber
That's how I know it perfect
All my bitches pricey, so just get your
Fucking budget up
Cuz I got mine up today
Like tomorrow
And of course,
The day after that
As I did it
In the future
Like Socrates
Met a stupid bitch
At twenty four seven
She so stupid I'd be laughing in her face
Fuck you doing bitch
Goodbye!
Buy some drinks for your thirsty ass
Buy some pizza for your crusty ass
I be floating down
I be getting down
If I touch my surface level
Bitch I'mma fuck you now
Cancer not gemini
Cock is electrifying
Ready to give
Fruits!
Fuck you listen to?
And fuck you talk about?
I can cut your friend in two peices
two reasons
two seasons
I just got in style
Been the flyest all around
Ask your bitch she knows what's up
Got my racks high
Racks high

Take some time
Take some shit
You try to call me down
Cuz I'm too lit
And your brain fries when I explain it
What the fuck is you talking about?
I can't listen, I can't listen
I want more
If it's going great
I want more
That's a love sign
Yeah it's bad sign
I'm just swaggin to the core
Fuck a bad sign
Make sure your ex hides
Cuz I'm out of exile
Gas Life, Trap Life
Living yeah
Killing yeah
Daily daily
Oh you made a mess
Who the fuck is responsible for that
Forget the breakfast
Don't wait another second
I sing words
God is awakened
Fucking your bitch
You know that she be going too too
I don't think it I just do do
Act up and I'mma just loot you too
Fruits!
Fuck you listen to?
And fuck you talk about?
I can cut your friend in two pieces
two reasons
two seasons
I just got in style
Been the flyest all around
Ask your bitch she knows what's up
Got my racks high
Racks high
I'm trapping through this
Hellbound bass
Money on his face
Trapping this way
My interest outer space
You can catch me chilling up in places
Money on his head
Money on his pack
What you got down there
I smoke anything
Open that pack up
I do it one time
Fuck is a backup?
I be on the pedal if it gets too much
I should be going fucking insane
Ain't no backstabber
That's how I know it perfect
All my bitches pricey, so just get your
Fucking budget up
Cuz I got mine up today
Like tomorrow
And of course,
The day after that
As I did it
In the future
Like Socrates
Met a stupid bitch
At twenty four seven
She so stupid I'd be laughing in her face
Fuck you doing bitch
Goodbye!
Buy some drinks for your thirsty ass
Buy some pizza for your crusty ass
I be floating down
I be getting down
If I touch my surface level
Bitch I'mma fuck you now
Cancer not gemini
Cock is electrifying
Ready to give
Fruits!
Fuck you listen to?
And fuck you talk about?
I can cut your friend in two peices
two reasons
two seasons
I just got in style
Been the flyest all around
Ask your bitch she knows what's up
Got my racks high
Racks high