Ca**ius Jay - Robbin Season lyrics

[Produced by Ca**ius Jay] [Intro] Jefe! Yeah I heard it's robbin' season [Hook] Earnin', stealin', takin' over We gonna get this guala You know what they say though Mo, the more Money more problems He think he the sh** now ‘cause he got a b**h from Harlem We got, we got big rounds, and my young n***as robbing Robbin' season, robbin' season b**h it's a stick up, it's robbin' season, robbin' season Did somebody say it robbin' season? robbin' season Give that sh** up, yeah it's robbin' season, robbin' season Hey hey hey! [Verse 1] When them Glizzys pull out, we gon' torture y'all We gon' show you that we ain't got no remorse for y'all God damnit, I can't go out, I got court tomorrow If they talking bullsh** then it's straight to Portugal Young n***as don't play, mask all on they face Shooter got that K, shoot ya like MJ f** a b**h named Nae, daddy snort that yay Five hundred K, still around the way Bookie he gon' do ya Bismo he gon' do ya Doeyeah he gon' do ya Got a freak ho, she gon' do ya Jefe, Papi, chulo, sorry buddy, you's a loser Whatever for the mula, it's whatever for the mula, ya [Hook] Earnin', stealin', takin' over We gonna get this guala You know what they say though Mo, the more Money more problems He think he the sh** now ‘cause he got a b**h from Harlem We got, we got big rounds, and my young n***as robbing Robbin' season, robbin' season b**h, its a stick up, it's robbin' season, robbin' season Did somebody say it robbin' season? robbin' season Give that sh** up, yeah it's robbin' season, robbin' season Hey hey hey! [Verse 2] Let's make it hard for these n***as like it's 2009 Run up on ‘em with them chickens, put it right in they spine Make ‘em call they OGs and have ‘em loan ‘em an iron And if you ain't got an iron you better not come outside All I think about is money all day And my little spanish b**h from broadway Know some real trappers who be in them hallways I'm talking 5 days straight, then do ‘em all day Hello, what's up? Tell ‘em pull up I'm right in a circle with them f**in' hitters Diamonds water sh** give you the hiccups (ice, ice) Try to run up on me, you gon' give your sh** up [Hook] Earnin', stealin', takin' over We gonna get this guala You know what they say htough Mo, the more Money more problems He think he the sh** now ‘cause he got a b**h from Harlem We got, we got big rounds, and my young n***as robbing Robbin' season, robbin' season b**h, its a stick up, it's robbin' season, robbin' season Did somebody say it robbin' season? robbin' season Give that sh** up, yeah it's robbin' season, robbin' season Hey hey hey!