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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlakeIANA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Batchman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vega Heartbreak
Recording Engineer
Milnotic
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Why in the fuck do you still got your location off?
Give a fuck, you wanna be down there in Miami all fuckin' day, man, get the fuck on, bruh
Man
I just feel like **** had they time
**** had a ball, bouncin' ass and trappin'
It's my motherfuckin' turn
And we gon' call this shit right here
Fuck-that-**** season
Straight the fuck up, aha
[Chorus]
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him, fuck him)
In traffic bouncin' ass
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him, fuck him)
Ginger hair down to my ass
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him, fuck him)
On ****' ass like the task
Fuck-that-**** season (Hah)
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him)
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him, fuck him)
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him)
Man, fuck-that-**** season
[Verse 1]
I'm in the field again (Hey, y'all), welcome back (What's up?)
He thought this shit was sweet, I'm on that ass like the task
Have a **** punchin' walls when I get my get-back (Haha)
Ho ain't playin' with my feelings, if he do, he gettin' whacked (Bah)
Confidence on overload, fuck I need a **** for? (The fuck?)
Bank account fat apple, too much ass, my shit super swole (Ching)
I can't be fucked with, hoes ain't talkin' 'bout not shit (Not shit)
And any **** I'm sneakin' with, we can pop out in public, ho
The mileage on this twat low, I call all the shots, ho
Hate to see me comin' like you hate to see the doc, ho
I owe you a hard time, boo, I'm on your fuckin' taco
I might tell you that you mine, but, ****, I am not yours
Motherfuckers thought I was too laid back, I had to sit the fuck up
Motherfuckers trippin' out here, like I ain't Ms. Pull a Him on Him
Gon' fuck around and find out
The fuck? Hah
Dummy
[Chorus]
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him, fuck him)
In traffic bouncin' ass
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him, fuck him)
Ginger hair down to my ass
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him, fuck him)
On ****' ass like the task
Fuck-that-**** season (Hah)
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him)
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him, fuck him)
Fuck-that-**** season (Fuck him)
Man, fuck-that-**** season
[Verse 2]
I'm on what you on, twin, that shit don't feel good, ain't it? (Hmm)
That **** mad at you 'cause I let your ass have him (Aw)
I'm a bad bitch (Yop), you more like a sad bitch (Ooh)
This **** still on my bumper, I thought I let you have it
F-D-N, **** thought that I was playin'
My **** fucked up, so I'm on bullshit with my friends
F-D-N, **** thought that I was playin'
Back outside reckless, I'm back in that field again (Fuck him)
Written by: Blake Batchman