[Intro]
(Have you ever been to London)
(Richie)
(B100)
[Chorus]
It's a real nigga holiday (Turn me up)
Had to re-up on them pills, time to pop away (Yeah)
Slow it down, get in the gears, take the top away (Yeah)
Back and forth [?], damn near caught a case (Fuck 'em)
Grew up fast, we took the harder way
Ain't no in between, you with the team or not? Get out the way (Fuck out the way)
It's a real nigga holiday
Ain't no room to beef about these bitches, cop another bae (Stuntin' no bitch)
[Verse 1]
Turn [?] to my past
Either way it go, top ten, top three, won't come in last
Either way it go, foreign [?], bro comin' fast
Dust a nigga, need a pan
Talk tough, but he ran
Had to get it out the mud, now it's time to kick my feet inside the sand (M-A-D)
Couple [?] tryna schedule hoes, used to scream, "Yo," out the van (Come here)
Foot chase from the Texaco, gotta pay the clerk just to stand
Twenty-eight grams, gotta get it gone, sack it up, ten-ten (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
I done lost too much, tables turned, kinda due for a win
Boy, you talkin' too much, tryna build your anger up, just spin
We ain't never made money, hit a lick together, nigga, we ain't friends
I been cuttin' off family members, tell them pussy niggas we ain't kin (Turn me up)
[Chorus]
It's a real nigga holiday (Turn me up)
Had to re-up on them pills, time to pop away (Yeah)
Slow it down, get in the gears, take the top away (Yeah)
Back and forth [?], damn near caught a case (Fuck 'em)
Grew up fast, we took the harder way
Ain't no in between, you with the team or not? Get out the way (Fuck out the way)
It's a real nigga holiday
Ain't no room to beef about these bitches, cop another bae (Stuntin' no bitch)
[Verse 2]
G-Lock, 'bout ten of them (Who want smoke, nigga?)
Hop out tryna catch a lick, get them racks up, fuck a minimum (Run it up)
Hop out when you slide, if a nigga get hit, gotta finish him (Bah, bah)
Play with a [?]
Thug harder, but a gentleman
Granny said, "Nigga, go to church, you gon' give your life to the block"
Take the pain, put it in the work, number ones for you, no stop
[?] zip, nigga got the stick hangin' out the top
Security guard in the 'partment got shot tryna be a cop (Stupid-ass nigga)
[Pre-Chorus]
I done lost too much, tables turned, kinda due for a win
Boy, you talkin' too much, tryna build your anger up, just spin
We ain't never made money, hit a lick together, nigga, we ain't friends
I been cuttin' off family members, tell them pussy niggas we ain't kin (Fuck 'em, M-A-D)
[Chorus]
It's a real nigga holiday (Turn me up)
Had to re-up on them pills, time to pop away (Yeah)
Slow it down, get in the gears, take the top away (Yeah)
Back and forth [?], damn near caught a case (Fuck 'em)
Grew up fast, we took the harder way
Ain't no in between, you with the team or not? Get out the way (Fuck out the way)
It's a real nigga holiday
Ain't no room to beef about these bitches, cop another bae (Stuntin' no bitch)
Holiday was written by London Jae & Richie & B100 & Squat Beats & MadMarcc.
Holiday was produced by Richie & B100 & Squat Beats.