Seasons Kur

[Intro]
Who are you?
Seven-nine, nigga

[Verse 1]
I try to embrace the good, I'm way too relaxed
I just faced a 'Wood, yeah
She want me to taste her goods, but keep it a stack
I don't think I should
Don told his case was good
I told 'em I got 'em some racks when I seen 'em
I was grand coupe floatin' in back of the Beamer
I might wanna fuck, but don't need her
I'm a uptown nigga, they love my demeanor (Okay)
Sneaker box, it's full of money, no sneakers
Thankful the coach let me come off the bleachers
This for my folks, I lost all thеm people
I'm far from broke, blow a dub for no rеason
Lettin' shit go from a grudge, it ain't easy
She askin', "Before we fuck, can you feed me?"
Why not? Wait, I'ma feed you
Eighteen, I been spittin' crack like I'm Peedi
Tellin' you, it's nothing like it like Beanie
I be with young guns that spray for no reason
I'm on the freeway, I'm turnt, and I'm speedin'
Dawg, I'ma get to a bag 'cause I need it
Man, I'ma stay on they ass, undefeated
Drivin' and it's a massage in the seating
Models that set up ménage and they tweakin'
She said she gon' make some time on the weekend
B-30 in my Diors, plus I'm decent
He sturdy, he never folded, no creasin'
When I fuck his baby mama, we'll be even