Outta Season by Bun B
Feat. Big K.R.I.T.
Album: Return of the Trill
Released : 2018

[Big K.R.I.T.]
All this lame s*** 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 s*** 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 s*** been, been outta season

Mane, I’m a big body in a big body, prop the f*** up
Top dropped the f*** down and trunk popped the f*** up
Love you if you stayed down and f*** you if you stuck up
F***, I’m ’bout to drop the slab off and pick the truck up
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
… Jordan’s 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, b****

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

[Bun B]
Mane, I’m a big baller holdin’ big balls in my nutsack
Dirty South n****, buck at me I’m finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn’t comin’ back, n**** f*** that
S***, I’m ’bout to pick the slab up and bring the truck back
Slab time, wreck your slab, I’m about to hit ’em hard
Swingin’ on your curb, best to get up in your yard
Say exactly what the f*** I feel with no disregard
David Blaine with this thang, mane, is this your card?
This the trill n****’s four-oh-nine region
You gon’ have to back the f*** down or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the seas’nin
The King is on the throne, it’s best you just appease him, b****

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

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Summertime let the top off
Spring up with the ice in Winter
Chop the block like a steak dinner
They bust shots, return to sender
Graduated as a corner bender from the school of trill
Showin’ grill, pop pop the seal
Pop pop the trunk
Neon …, b**** how it feel?
How it taste?
Kringle … season all in her face
Eat the cake, don’t forget to scrap crumbs off the plate
Them candy flakes drip off the chrome
Sunshine won’t leave me alone ’cause I keep a glow
When they throw a stone
When it rains on my robes

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Practice what I always preach
No hand-outs, b**** stop that reach
I’m still holdin’ on, competitin’
All that lame s*** outta season

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

Bun B – Return of the Trill (Album 2018)

1. Trill Over Everything
2. Recognize
3. Knowhatimsayin
4. Outta Season
5. Traphandz
6. Blood On the Dash
7. Myself
8. Rudeboi
9. Hoes From Da Hood
10. Slow It Down
11. Never Going Back
12. U a B****
13. Grow Up
14. Gone Away

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