Holiday

It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
Holiday
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
Holiday

In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
'Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass, I'm like it's only a gat
Tell niggas, show me the money and gimme the stash

You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
Holiday
Holiday
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, stashin' the cards
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
I'm Holiday Styles and that's what the weaponry for
I use my left hand when I'm loadin' the shells
And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin' to Swizz
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past

I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
Five eight and three quarters but I'm bigger than y'all
Holiday
Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
It keep goin', goin' and goin' and goin'
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through hell

You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
I don't make mistakes
But I'm good with ten million, in the back of the car
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
And missin' a tooth but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap

Get shot, die in his arm and give him my last
If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword

You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit

Do anything it takes, just to get me this loot
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
But I deal with the comas and wakes
I use my left hand when I'm loadin' the shells
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
When I squeeze, ain't no controllin' the wrist
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
'Cuz I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin' a L

Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke most of the laws
Holiday

I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through hell
I use my left hand when I'm loadin' the shells
Fuckers
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
Holiday
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit a bomb
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Holiday
But jail ain't part of the plans
Holiday

I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit and say I'm better than niggas
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell

And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
I keep weight on the scale 'cuz I feel, I get further with grams
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
Holiday
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
'Cuz I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin' a L
Blow up your face, blow up the coke and blow up the smoke

Holiday
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Holiday
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through hell
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog

Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
If you think a rapper's better, why don't you give me his name
Double R now, bitch, you oughta know I'ma ghost