I look down

[Intro: DJ Holiday]
Heavy in the streets, niggas
I can't be quiet
Shit, nigga, every time I talk, that's a 3 thou
Holiday season, bitch
Holiday
The motherfuckin' street representative of real nigga radio!

[Verse 1]
I look down at my wrist, AP shinin' like a bitch
I look down on the opps cause they all broke as shit
(The streets is hungry, players only)
I look down at my wrist, AP shinin' like a bitch
I'm doin' real fraud, IDK, what's a glitch
These niggas, they be fraud, they gon' end up in a ditch
The Porsche look like a frog, yeah, I told y'all that we rich
Walk inside the mall, I don't see shit that I like
She ride it Kawasaki, I ain't talkin' bout the bike
I call my plug on FaceTime, I ain't fuckin' with the Skype
I'm the man around this hood, you can come and check the hype
Got some plays in the New York so I'm gonna punch a flight
Yeah, the plug call me Yachty cause it's gone in one night

[Bridge]
Attention haters, attention haters, Glime Season is in the building
(bitch)
HOLIDAY SEASON

[Verse 2]
I built this shit, brick by brick
She playing my songs, she wanna get lit
I hopped out the streets, had to go legit
I hopped back in the streets, I couldn't quit
We snatchin' them chains, nigga, don't get hit
Drac' in the back seat, came equipped
We on the highway, we won't slip
We on the highway, taking trips (taking trips)

[Outro]
Hahahaha
HOLIDAY SEASON