[Intro: Lil Magini]
It's fucking headband season my guy, fuck that shit. yea

[Verse 1: Lil Magini]
It's fucking headband season. yea
Yea, yea
My guy
It's fucking headband season
My guy, fuck that shit
Yea yea
It's fucking headband season my guy
It's fucking headband season
Yea, yea yea, yea
Don't kiss me bro that's fucking gay
Don't kiss me bro that's fucking gay
It's fucking headband season, yea
Yea, yea
It's fucking headband season (My guy) (Headband season)
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Yea, yea, yea
Don't kiss me bro that's fucking gay
It's fucking headband season
Fuck that shit, yea
Fuck that shit, yea
It's fucking headband season my guy, yea

[Verse 2: Nas & Lil Magini]
Yo, we got chicks in the living room getting it on (yea) and
They ain't leaving till 6 in the morning (yea)
"O" is for oochie
Oh you ain't know how many O's in the bankroll
Sort of like the game show (yea), Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call when they want their thing beat up (yea)
Honeys with bodies with Bravehearts, (It's fucking headband season my guy) guns in the party
Waves, braids, and baldies, trademark's the army
Is that Horse? (yea) It must be, I heard he husky
Yeah, there go Jungle,(It's fucking headband season my guy) eyes red looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes but who his man is?
The imperial thug, (yea) it's cold D Grand Wiz
We taking honeys to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight (yea)
Check the new slang, it's changed, the Braveheart gang, man
When you see me pass then holler (yea) oochie bang bang

[Verse 3: Lil Magini]
It's fucking headband season my guy
Don't kiss me bro that's fucking headband season my guy
Don't kiss me bro that's fucking gay
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It's fucking headband season
It's fucking headband season
Yea

[Verse 4: J. Cole & Lil Magini]
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage (yea)
Thank God I never abide by the established
Guidelines that keep n***as inside of fabrics (yea)
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like "Yoo-hoo" (yea) with a new-new ridin' passenger
Shout out Oak Cliff, I'm 'bout to fly to Dallas
Decade from now (yea) I might just buy the Mavericks
What up, Mark Cuban?
I am only part human, half-man, half-amazing
Plus, I'm good at math (yea) like I'm Asian
Hate to use stereotypes—but that's light compared to what a n***a get from Caucasians (yea)
No race-baitin'—treat the beat like Playstation
Reporting to you live from the International Space Station
I probably vacation on Mars
The flow is out of this world and so is the bars
Blow the facade right off of your squad
Lil' rappers, I love you, but you ain't shit 'til you got offers in Prague

[Outro: Lil Magini]
It's fucking headband season