Outta Season Bun B (Ft. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
All this lame shit been, been outta season
(been, been outta season)
Drop, chop the block for no reason
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, prop the fuck up
Top dropped the fuck down and trunk popped the fuck up
Love you if you stayed down and fuck you if you stuck up
Shit, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and pick the truck up
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
Un-DS Jordans I just pulled up out the locker
Nina tucked with the chopper and if I pop her
You couldn't stop her, break you off somethin' proper
Been 'round since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, they better choose him
Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you finna lose him
Better check the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch