Brotha Lynch Hung - Season Of Da Siccness lyrics

rate me

Hit the dank and took my glock off lock, and off

To the 21st blocc, I'm rollin in a drop top

Three for zero that black criminal mac mac nigga

That pap! pap! me humming a couple of rounds

And while I test him, hey fuck a Smith & Wesson

I got my, nine at my chest and I got my dime bag

Of stress weed, a 40 oz. of OE and I'm creepin

Up on some niggas in a mob and a nigga claimin OG,

Pap! hit him in that dome and it was that nigga's worst

Put him on the ground with a brain, full o' dem nine slugs

So wrap that nigga up, put him in a hearse

And I'm hittin 50, right around that curb, tight,

Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the next light (YOU KNOW)

An I hit that corner of 24 street, some nigga mean mugging

Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I'm not finna get got,

I'm a shoot before I'm shot for the fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-D

I'm reaching up in my glove box, for the welfare weed

That's fillin a nigga's siccness so witness dead bodies

In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and while I'm skirtin

Pass the view with an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)

I just adjust to the fact that niggas ain't got no hope

I'm fillin em up with 16s, and letting em know

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It's either that die, or that sickness, and it's the nigga that nigga that

One you come see, with that 9 millimeter meter watch them 9 millimeter meat

Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,

If It don't get you with me nina then me, use 3, 18's, pop nigga not mind not know

Finned to do Without them gun shell, firing, for

Them don't know me when me high off them doja

Killa weed, me take-a me nine millimeter nine, And me blast them, enemies for den them be dying, cause of dat siccness then crea...

... ated by me and them say

Load up that nina

I'm finna finna go pull

Them boys getting out them nine cut them in half with some of them

Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental cannibalism

Got them black enemy runnin in and when them,

Sickness kick in a million, baby dying, buck!

Hit em with my G like every day, nigga,

From the creek to the Garden Blocc,

I was creepin from the double dead red till all the drama stop,

And 50 150 is all that shouldn't even be on a niggas list

Cause since for the fuckin with I've been crazy times 666 and um,

Niggas can't see my folk when I dump them.44 slugs all down they throat

It takes one time, all night, to peel your tonsols

From the phone post, you know,

All up in the cut with the real deuce deuce four love I got

But you know that nigga from the creek so peep at what this trigger got

Come follow me sin, come quick cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc

Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the don't strike twice

Them gon all go say "oh" about 44 times till so,

Much later than you go, better off dead, but nigga instead

That I let your mama know, she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit

Cause a nigga won't last much longer, with wraps in the cut

Chewin all on your nuts like my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,

Can't load that shit that sickness gets me harder than a corpse

Till I reach for the greeds that nigga start jackin off until it hurts

Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run loccs up on you almost daily

For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up babies

We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in

It's the nigga named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix

Eatin up your dead skin

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