Q. Allanz Firing Season (feat. Eugenius)
(Verse 1)
Yeah, my hustle's a little different, that's why most can't comprehend
I'm on the front line with it, no act, I do not pretend
Nothing but respect from any door that I'm walking in
And if they're on some succa shit, then they are not my friends
They don't live it, they just talk about it
That's why it's hard to listen to 'em when they shout it
You and your sorry clique will get ran straight off the one way
All seven of y'all is weak, like Monday thru Sunday
No, I don't pump fake, when I raise up, I hit 'em
And if the speed I'm traveling at is fast enough, then I split 'em
Plus, everyone knows my get down, everything's A.O.B
Even when I walk in strip clubs, them hoes pay me
They keep claimin' they knowing, forgot how I make 'em fold
Put 'em on hold like poker, the industry done got dry and cold
Maybe I can make the flame rekindle
I'm in my own lane smashing, I don't care to use a turn signal
[Hook]
We don't act, we don't front, we clicc-clicc pow
Give 'em some of the siccest style
None of 'em knowing that it would get this wild
Firing season, here it comes
We don't act, we don't front, we clicc-clicc pow
You ain't knowing, well witness now
We scoring everytime we don't hit fouls
Firing season, here it comes
(Verse 2)
Baby, I'm hotter than a molotov
Bet you I can get 'em high, and there won't be no pot involved
Firing season, can't known of you busters stop the cause
I bring the heat to 'em but they just melted like a Haagen Dazs
Speaking of sweet and sour
It's funny how bitches react when she know you got some power
I guess she heard I was buzzin' plus she just shook her ex
Must ve thinking she's so cute I'll answer bacc everytime she text
What's next, S-E-X, yeah she wanna fucc
Wants me to hit it all night, but I don't like her that much
A couple months ago, she used to call me honey
Now, she says bro, she must of lost interest in wanting to fucc me
The worst that can happen, she'll probably have her cousins jump me
Just like she wanted jump my bone, but I wasn't luccy
Chance given, she'll succ my family tree
And when she hears this song, she'll see me and probably ask me, were you talking about me
[Hook]
Eugenius (Verse 3)
You ain't know what I'ma do next
Kush smoke in my chest, cough higher than a birds nest
Eyes low, my only way to function
Dealing with you bitch hoes and succas I need something
Flow is hot full of gas, driving haters off the freeway
High speed mobbin' going bacc to the Bay
Lyrical Rambo, my niggas call me Geno
Spit game all real, ain't none of it pretend, though
My crew know my steelo, gassin' I'm a full tank
I never run out with fire from my mouth
Set lames on fire, my explosion
Or I can put you in a freezer and leave your ass frozen
Me, I'm the chosen, and you, you're the weak link
You need to take a seat and have a drink
It's on me, I know it hurts for me to bomb first
But you was thirsty, I had to quench your thirst
[Hook]