Yeah
Holiday daddy
I don't want y'all to compare me to niggas no more
Unless they got a case pending
Unless they poke somethin' up
Unless they keepin' it real gutter, you know?
S P, I'm the closest thing to poison it is
You think you hot, I'ma boil your kids
Think you cool, I'ma throw you in the river with some cement shoes
You can sleep with the fishes (All kinds)
Niggas actin' funny, so I gotta keep it
Movin', I don't speak to the bitches
We can handle this like gangsters
Dawg, I kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
The money get dropped off, so do he
Right off the roof of his mama's buildin', feel the drama buildin'
Told y'all niggas, don't fuck with P
I said fuck rappin' a verse
I get down like the bishops, hit the wake and clap at the hearse
I get it crunk with a blunt and a package of work
I'm in the shotty of the Cadillac
With niggas that'll take twenty a body and Shotti'll go handle that
Styles, Panero the Most, you hearin' a Ghost
Styles, Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny, then body the kid, let's go
Styles, mafia boss, rockin' a corpse
Styles, pullin' a three, cockin' a four
Styles, we closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today, or you could die tomorrow
Baby boy, the option is yours, come on
I smoke weed 'cause the future is grim
I'm knockin' this ash off the Dutch on the roof of your Benz
My little man been runnin' since the shootin' began
Y'all niggas talk about cases of Cris', I'm talkin'
'Bout cases where niggas get life of this shit
And your girl visit two years, your mom come forever
But in there, one of your mans ain't writin' shit
But like who am I to flip?
Smokin' weed influenced by the flicks
And old timers with the toolie by the hips
So come and creep with me
And I ain't lyin' when I tell these
Motherfuckers that I got the streets in me
One felony, with two cases beat
So be about your business when you come and beef with me
I got coke for sale and I got dope for sale
If you wanna cop some work, you oughta come and speak with me
Styles, Panero the Most, you hearin' a Ghost
Styles, Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny, then body the kid, let's go
Styles, mafia boss, rockin' a corpse
Styles, pullin' a three, cockin' a four
Styles, we closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today, or you could die tomorrow
Baby boy, the option is yours, come on
You niggas know my name, but you don't know my style
What make it all ironic is the shit is the same
Keep the milli in the coat, puffin' on the chronic
In the hood with my niggas that's distributin' 'caine
If your man get bodied, number one rule is you
Body somethin' back, then live with the pain
Young guns are the shit, so when I get hit
I'ma yell, "Sheek and 'Kiss, let us finish the game, baby"
I got discipline and dedication
And I'm the boss of the S-N-F's, that's the Shootin' Niggas Federation
Light a blunt and get cloudy with me
Go get your gun and get rowdy with me
It's a holiday, dawg, your mouth big, you can swallow a four
Don't you ask me what I'm robbin' you for
'Cause you was talkin' big money
And I'm a little broke and I'm a firm believer in equality, dawg
Styles, Panero the Most, you hearin' a Ghost
Styles, Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny, then body the kid, let's go
Styles, mafia boss, rockin' a corpse
Styles, pullin' a three, cockin' a four
Styles, we closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today, or you could die tomorrow
Baby boy, the option is yours, come on
Styles, Panero the Most, you hearin' a Ghost
Styles, Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny, then body the kid, let's go
Styles, mafia boss, rockin' a corpse
Styles, pullin' a three, cockin' a four
Styles, we closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today, or you could die tomorrow
Baby boy, the option is yours, come on
