Back again

Oh it's holiday season nigga (bitch)
Its about scary for this summer my nigga
[?] DJ Holiday
Glime season nigga, Y'all ready?
The apple store ain't safe when Johnny around
T-t-t-t-the commission
We got your bitch in the 2 seater, asking to hear this shit
It's glime season
You know what time it is, we don't sleep
What's up India?
HOL- HO- HOL- HO- HOL- HOLIDAY SEASON
DJ Holiday, my nigga johnny, talk your shit
Oh it's holiday season nigga
Bitch
It's glime season

[Verse 1]
Back again, thought I was gone but I'm repackaging (bitch)
Recycling, all these lil' baggies I might just serve again
The biggest Rolex on my fucking arm this the biggest [?]
All I do is win, feel like t-pain back up in 26 [?]
Walking down the highway I swear I don't never get no rest
I went and bought my bitch some breasts, bad bitch sitting to the left
Bad bitch sitting to the right, I ain't go no time to fight
I can't be [?], I'm sipping on this fucking dirty sprite
If she don't like my niggas, I swear I'll leave her ass tonight
If the police turn their lights on, I'm gon' drive until I'm out of sight

It's glime season

[Verse 2]
Back again, yeah I never left but I'm still back again
[?], yeah boy I swear I just back it in
The pack came in, imma just roll it until my chest cave in
I tell 'em bring it in, like my team in huddles and we 'bout to win
'Bout to win, balling in New York, I feel like Jeremy Lynn
I'm counting yen, all my jeans Japanese you can ask my friends
I ain't got no friends, all my friends dead, yeah my pockets won't bend
She ask me where I been, I'm all over man just like an immigrant

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
Employees only
It's holiday season bitch
This shit global now
T-t-t-t-the commission
Oh don't prepare now
It's over