Holiday season
Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head
Sleep good every night, all them niggas is dead
Holiday season, b***h
You know who it is, DJ Holiday
And I sip my Pino Grigio on you broke ass niggas
I was just wondering, did you miss me?
Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head (yeah)
Sleep good every night, all them niggas is dead (good)
"Can't nobody f*ck with me," nigga, I said (ah)
Hellcat red and the Maybach red (let's go)
New Rover red and the G-Wagon red (skrrt)
Few hit his dreads, hit his chest, hit his legs (brrt, brrt)
Came to f*ck your b***h on the jet, I'm a player (ah)
Virgil gave me this, I ain't even gon' wear it (uh-uh)
Switches make these dirty motherfuckers get to sprayin' (brrt, brrt)
Niggas crawling under cars, seen a couple niggas prayin'
Still got them shits duck taped, I'm the man (I'm the man)
I could change your life for thirty grand (ah)
All these diamonds on me, they don't even understand
I'm a Eastside nigga, Freddy J with the pan (whip)
Seen him on Chippewa, s**t hit the fan (brrt)
Then I sped off in a Lamb' with big Lan' (skrrt)
Same niggas hating, they was fans, they was fans (ah)
Hit every house on his block, I ain't playin' (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
I'm just sayin', do you hear that?
H-h-h-holiday season
You know, it's some real street s**t goin' on
Westside gunn
Ayo, Peezy, get 'em
Ghetto boyz, we with that gangster s**t (yeah)
Pull up, spank a b***h
Might just slime you out, need a handkerchief (yeah)
They come when you least expect it, you gotta be thinkin' quick
I'm out here chasin' my dreams
I came a long way, I was chasing fiends (yeah, I got him right here)
You and me in a different league, my pants is K, these chrome heart jeans (fuck boy)
Might see me out shoppin' in Paris, I'm buying this shit, I might not even wear it (for real)
Too much Rick Owen, don't know what to wear (uh-huh)
I'm not wearing Amiri, got too many pairs (yeah)
The room I'm at is a thousand a night
Gotta call security to get upstairs
Told my ho, "If you f*ck me tonight, I'll take you shopping and pay for your hair"
If I ever send niggas to get you, they going up top, they ain't grazing your lid
When the feds snatched me off the plane, I told him "Let's do it, I'm sleepy as hell" (no lie)
Know some niggas was sick that I'm winning, you know and it's f*ck 'em, I tell 'em get well (nigga)
My crib so motherfuckin' big, I make the wrong turn and get lost upstairs (yeah)
They ever get wind 'bout s**t that we did, we gettin' the chair (shh)
I put out the word, ain't nobody spared (uh-huh)
He blow off your head then cut off his dreads (I cut off his dreads)
I come from nothing to somethin', I hold my wrist in the air, I'm celebratin' (yeah)
Call that ghetto elevation (yeah)
I got rich, no education, n***a
Catch my n***a in the UK (what's that? what's up, n***a?)
Dolce and Gabbana robe and s**t (ghetto)
Might be with yo' b***h
Holiday season, Westside gunn
Classic
