JPG

I-i-i-i-it's glime season
Money right, these bitches right
[?] this lil nigga on fire
Co-signing nigga DJ Holiday
Holiday season

[Verse 1]
It's just me and these oxys, we alone on the road
I'm in love with that girl, but I promise I won't fold
With this K in my hand, I don't let it get too cold
Riding around LA if a nigga feeling bold
You hit my phone for a play, I'm gon' say let's get it on
If you want half of the play, get the fuck up off my phone
She be in a new place, I don't know how to stay home
Imma pull up to her place, Imma treat it like my home
I want the bread and no case, I don't care about being known
Made a hundred off my space and I ain't talking 'bout no tongue
Me and my niggas in your face, with some chains like a dong
But we on no freak shit nigga please just keep it goin'
And the drake getting to hitting, shit sound like a bomb
I'm getting bread, chicken, cheese, no matter what I'm on
I'm getting head while I sleep, ask your bitch what she on
I make her leave after she eat, not the type to lead on

[Interlude]
Attention haters, attention haters, glime season is in the building
Bitch
It's glime season

[Verse 2]
JPG on my body I don't give a fuck
Then we pull off in a truck, come and try to test your luck
Ed Hardy on her butt, that's my favourite type of slut
She said she miss with something, yeah that's my lil' mud
I'm standing right behind her like I'm finna say "hut"
I can stand on my green like I'm playing putt putt

Nigga my glime green, my flag green, its glime season