E3 Smoke - Jugg Season (feat. C Bane)
(I got Hitman on the beat)E3 Smoke nigga
Jugg season, finessing, yessir I'm on that
Jitt I'm on that flaw shit, don't come in contact
Hittin licks for no reason, you ain't deserve that
Runnin up them bands daily, where yo response at
Jugg season, finessing, yessir I'm on that
Jitt I'm on that flaw shit, don't come in contact
Hittin licks for no reason, you ain't deserve that
Runnin up them bands daily, where yo response at
Stop playin' wit me, E3 ain't got control
From the dirty south, fuck em up wit the español
Done so much dirt, lil nervous just to take a stroll
Free Carl-William, don't wanna put him on parole
Finessin' niggas off that lean
Wanna fade? Take a swing
Boutta cause a murder scene
Malcom X, no Luther King
Keep a burner, kerosene
Dust to dust, leave em unseen
Only thugs on my team
Circle small, can't intervene
Ain't shit change, I'm still me
Got prollems? Try and kill me
Step up, don't just diss me
Let's get a lil risky
AR wit the Mickey
Stumbling like he tipsy
Ya gang, yeah they flimsy
Street Flow deep, bout fifty
Jugg season, finessing, yessir I'm on that
Jitt I'm on that flaw shit, don't come in contact
Hittin licks for no reason, you ain't deserve that
Runnin up them bands daily, where yo response at
Jugg season, finessing, yessir I'm on that
Jitt I'm on that flaw shit, don't come in contact
Hittin licks for no reason, you ain't deserve that
Runnin up them bands daily, where yo response at
Drop the addy, I'll be there in ten
I know some youngins that don't feel right unless they spin again
Yeah that nigga died, if he was here, shit he can die again
Unk had told my dirt alone, don't ride with friends
I don't see no red lights
It's depressin for them
I got partners, talkin dollars n they stretchin for them
It was never post to be kno love n I ain't pressing for them
I ain't finna run behind no pussy, girl she catch up to him
I know they get it
Just stay out my way, yeah, yeah
Can jam yo bitch like my name master jay
These niggas wanna eat up off my plate
It ain't safe to play
Jugg season, finessing, yessir I'm on that
Jitt I'm on that flaw shit, don't come in contact
Hittin licks for no reason, you ain't deserve that
Runnin up them bands daily, where yo response at
Jugg season, finessing, yessir I'm on that
Jitt I'm on that flaw shit, don't come in contact
Hittin licks for no reason, you ain't deserve that
Runnin up them bands daily, where yo response at
Glooks to Chico, broke me off when he hit that safe
Movin lot smarter, not tryna catch another case
Fuck the police, got me runnin, got me jumpin gates
Isla de la muerte, goin home in a couple days
Hotel trappin at the Westin
Mane I didn't learn my lesson
Slidin wit illegal weapons
Catch you slippin, that's a blessin
Glocked up, no Smith and Wesson
Up the pole without a question
Now them bands in my possession
Jitt you better get to steppin
Juggin durin off season
Ion even needa reason
Yessir I'm eatin, eatin
Livin good, fuck sleepin
Tried to off me one evening
Hoe ass ended up freezing
I ain't wit the fuckin teasin
Nigga ima fuckin demon
Jugg season, finessing, yessir I'm on that
Jitt I'm on that flaw shit, don't come in contact
Hittin licks for no reason, you ain't deserve that
Runnin up them bands daily, where yo response at
Jugg season, finessing, yessir I'm on that
Jitt I'm on that flaw shit, don't come in contact
Hittin licks for no reason, you ain't deserve that
Runnin up them bands daily, where yo response at
Written by:
C Bane, Erick Colmenares
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