Audio Push, Joey Bada$$ - Tis the Season lyrics

This is the fucking resurrection
Get the fuck up niggas
The restoration of that real shit hS87

I be posing for photos, eating at Sotto Sotto
Mak's & 44s
Bought that straps from the cholos
Packed in low lows
Smell like Swisha packs and dodo
For sho sho
This that Austin Powers mojo flow
B O dub logo never disrespect the bro code
You mofos couldn't get over my
Bars with a pole vault
I'll Titanic any rapper trying to show boat
Notorious, Big L
-eft Eye Pac this that ghost flow
We pass on licks
Will pass my bitch before I
Will pass the dutch
Disrespect you'll see tecs
UPS might package ya
Love a brown skin, thick
Phat ass that bounce back at you
You niggas biting Count Dracula
We getting money we laugh at you now hold it
This the part where I finally woken
Drinking potion til I'm choking
Clarence Carter I be stroking
This that bitch I made in motion
Your girl wanna fuck no joking
She told me she's home alone
And tonight I'm Macaulay Culkin
We out here balling for no reason
So much money
White folks is calling us heathens
We giving meat to these
Women claiming they vegan
(We giving meat to these
Women claiming they vegan)

Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck it I'm not responsible
Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck you I'm not responsible
Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck you I'm not responsible

Beware that new strain gun powder
Shoot it up your veins and puff power
Fiends on that chemical X for enough hours
When that adrenalin Russian Rou
Let's arouse her
Cock it, cock it, when you had enough
I want you take it out the socket
Energy surge when you touch it, bring it
Babe watch it turn up, little sumchin
Keep that boom box thumping
That bass, that loud, her system be jumping
I just hope the speaker ain't bomb bumping
She take my jewels and she
Blow like she drying something
It's a must that she know
That I ain't nutting
I ain't nothing, stereo type humping the wall
Acne on her face, beat bumping and all
I beat that loco with my 47 cholos
Please don't take no photos if
It ain't of nosotros
Open up those Ojos, stop
Choking up that pojo, ho
Get your hustle on the floor, hit the door
I got that good shit for the
Low I let them know
So line them up, line them up
We 'bout to blow

Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck you I'm not responsible
Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck you I'm not responsible
Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck you I'm not responsible

Give me the snare and that kick
I need it the snare and that kick
I came to talk all my shit
You hating, hop off my dick
I'm MVP of this game
Same nigga, ain't shit changed
So if you wasn't here when I was walking
Then bitch don't get on that plane
Here we go
You niggas can't be serious, come on fam
I got a list of niggas I'm
Ready to stunt on fam
Like I'm the little nigga that you
Used to front on man
You still work at the same spot
From when I left home? damn
Okay, you can talk all your shit
I'mma just make more hit's
My team is winning by so
Much we'll make yours quit
Like I wear a size 5 nigga
I will never forfeit like size 5, 4, fit
Ah, nigga fuck that shit
I step in fresher than two showers
You got dressed for like two hours
Your bitch like my girl
She came with me, you too sour
My niggas all real niggas
Your niggas are true cowards
I'm the king of the hill
I don't need Hank, Bobby, or Boomhauer
To tell me that, don't want your shit
Don't sell me that
Cops on us, we selling crack
Every bar on every track, no holding back
Hit told me we got to bring the
West back so I helped him
So ladies and gentlemen
California's finally back
You're welcome, Oktane

Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck yuo I'm not responsible
Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck you I'm not responsible
Tis the season to be balling for no reason
Fuck you I'm not responsible