Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
L-O-X, ****
It don't stop
It keep going and going, and going, and going
Motherfucker
[Verse 2]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped, and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
'Cause when these bullets hit your ass, I'm like, "It's only a GAT"
[Verse 3]
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hoping it's yours
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
[Verse 4]
And missing a tooth but both of 'em chipped
Toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze, ain't no controlling the wrist
And **** leave the room when they hear the P flowing to Swiss
[Verse 5]
I'm an ignorant and negative ****
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say, "I'm better than ****"
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a ****
[Verse 6]
If you think a rapper's better, why don't you give me his name?
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the **** to call
5'8" and 3/4's but I'm bigger than y'all
[Verse 7]
If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my **** in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife (Uh-huh)
[Verse 8]
Holiday (I gotta make it to heaven for going through hell)
Holiday (And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell)
Holiday (I use my left hand when I'm loading the shells)
Holiday ('Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowing a L)
[Verse 9]
Yo, I do it all for my ****, even ride with a bomb
Get shot, die in his arms and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get 'em with cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
[Verse 10]
You know the P carry the gun
Live in the mast
Tell ****, "Show me the money and give me the stash"
I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash
[Verse 11]
Hundreds of dro
Wear my clothes a week in a row, sleep on the floor
Catch me right next to the dog, I'm holiday Styles
And that's what the weapons are for
[Verse 12]
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Getting jewels from the old timers stashing the cards
[Verse 13]
But jail ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through **** like my last few cars
And crash 'em up
The boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width, and get his casket cut
[Verse 14]
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes
I don't make mistakes
Double R now, bitch, you oughta know I'm the ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke and blow up the smoke (Uh-huh)
[Verse 15]
Holiday (I gotta make it to heaven for going through hell)
Holiday (And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell)
Holiday (I use my left hand when I'm loading the shells)
Holiday ('Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowing a L) Uh-huh
[Verse 16]
Holiday (I gotta make it to heaven for going through hell)
Holiday (And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell)
Holiday (I use my left hand when I'm loading the shells)
Holiday ('Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowing a L)
Written by: David Styles, Kasseem Dean