PastorDAVE - The End Of The Season lyrics

[Verse 1: Pastor Dave] Pastor Dave got that fire Who you know that will desire To come against me I got Scotty body guard for hire Got a naughty mami tryna body and I'm gone try her After the party she's a hottie popping shotties I ain't gone tire This is the warm up this is the warm up you ain't seen sh** unless you roll with me The crack I spit is as live as it gets you gone OD and be like Whitney Your girl on my dick your girl on my dick just ask her where her shins be I heard you ain't playing the game right she only with you outta pity I'm a spaz on the beat Like flies on some sh** When I'm riding the street Is it die or defeat? I would cry if I delete Any of my raps cause they're mine and they're me Like Kim K's s** scene I'm too s**y I'll give you that zaddy zick if you let me Norma you could see you're rubbing off on me I'm a go and get the GBS army With bazooka clips My shooters slick Like who could miss My hookahs 6 Last night scuba sick He dropped his phone in a pool of sh** And I swear people always a**uming sh** Like David you can't rap Well how I got this sh** popping like a balloon and sh** Popping like a balloon n***a I freestyle in the booth n***a I ain't had my bars written but I'm a tell y'all the f**ing truth n***a So to fill up some space I'm a spit this sh** I'm a spit the crazy sh** like spitting b**h I don't give a f** I'm as real as it gets and y'all n***as just pieces of sh** [Verse 2: Pastor Dave] Too aggressive, me too aggressive You got it right I'm pumping weight like a Jewish necklace Wrote this song in the same time as a hookah session Now I'm chilling with my homies and we foolish reckless Shouts out to the Rum Runners they really put me on Robbie got me big now who gone do me wrong Big Scottie got me hitting bodies who gone try me I don't give a f** I had to shout them out on the song Did y'all really think I was gonna get on this beat and spit like that, No I'm a cowboy like Romo Go circles around you like Ohno When y'all hear me on a track you say oh no Y'all call the po-po Your girl drop the soap soap She cough and choke choke Ride me like a pogo I'm all up on her toto Leave you colorful like Soho Snap snap like a photo Right jab like Cotto Spit like Orinoco Cough cough cough cough got mocos Your raps are so so Austin powers you're about your mojo Y'all b**hes pseudo Drop bars I'm a throw so Not cars y'all are so slow Not hard y'all is hobo Not par that's a no no I'm a beat your a** like the Seahawks all over on the broncos Hold up Slow it down they can't handle it f** that Speed it up like cracks on the bat like Mickey Mantle b**h Kilt the beat go and get a candle lit When I swing it's a substantial hit They put me in a cage and I'm about to rattle it I'm badder than the baddest b**h When y'all seen my crew y'all ran from it Y'all faker than what Santa is And I cannot live and stand for this So I'm popping shots and magnum clips Sock and bop with fragment bits Locking Glocks with Batman b**h Stop I'm not the average Man I'm so crazy They like whoa Pastor Davey You got me feeling hazy I don't know what it is just save me I'm like whoa Stacey Is that your name pretty lady? I want to poke you later in bed and is your a** fake like how a snake be? What we have is getting repetitive Let's take it to the next level let's settle this I want to be up in your p**y like a resident Don't let your heart fall in love don't let it b**h Don't cry why you so sensitive You act like I really meant it b**h Your man get outta work any second b**h So hurry up unless you want sh** to get competitive But I'm needing y'all to understand that That gangster rap is easy you just rhyme with gat And Mac Put it in your back Call me Darrel Revis cause I always got my corners back Fake b**hes lack Selling d sacs I beez in da bee trap Cause d got some z swag Cause I'm needing to lean back We don't dance we pull up our pants where's the motherf**ing trees at Just gangster rapped better than half y'all out there Not putting myself on a pedestal more like a high chair I'm on my way to the top and you're trying to hitch a ride there Oh no no no f** that go head and drop the mic there I'm a grow a beard like a biker Pull an all nighter Come out like the best fighter That came out of Rikers My swings fast like a viper Hit you hard like a tiger Back and forth like a wiper Nice and precise like a sniper Like people at the movies y'all sneak dissin Y'all are all hype like Meek and then Once I'm on that roll there's no reasoning f** that I'll leave you weak, leaking Blood all over you like seasoning Springs over it's the end of the season b**h