Yeah, Holiday, GaryI don't want y'all to compare me to niggas no moreUnless they got a case pendingUnless they poke somethin' upUnless they keepin' it real gutter, y'knowSP, I'm the closest thing to poison it isYou think you hot, I'ma boil your kidYou think you cool, I'ma throw you in the riverWit some cement shoes you could sleep with the fishesNiggas actin' funny, so, I gotta keep it movin'I don't speak to the bitches we could handle this like gangsta'sDog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the bankerThat money get dropped off, so do heRight off the booth of his mama' buildingFeel the drama buildingTold y'all niggas don't fuck wit PI said, m fuck rap and a verseI get down like the bishops it the way you clap at the hearseI get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of HercI'm in the shottie of the Cadillac wit niggas that'll takeTwenty a body, the shottie will handle thatStylesPaniro the most, you hearin' the GhostStylesHoliday shit, it's robbery shitNigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's goStylesMafia boss, rockin' the corpseStylesPullin' the three, cockin' the fourStylesWe're closin' the windows and lockin' the doorsYou could die todayOr you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'monI smoke weed 'cuz the future is grimI'm knockin' this ash off the dutch on the roof of your BenzMy lil' man been runnin' since the shootin' beginY'all niggas talk about cases of CristI talk about cases where niggas get life of the shitAnd your girl visit two years, mom come foreverBut near one of your mans aint right wit his shitBut like corn I'ma flip, smokin' weed influenced by the fixAnd old timers with the too lies by the hipsSo come and creep wit me, and I ain't lyin'When I tell these motherfuckers that I got the streets in meOne felony, wit two cases beat, so be about your businessWhen you come and beef wit me I got coke for saleAnd I got dope for sale if you wanna cop some workYou oughta come and speak wit meStylesPaniro the most, you hearin' the GhostStylesHoliday shit, it's robbery shitNigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's goStylesMafia boss, rockin' the corpseStylesPullin' the three, cockin' the fourStylesWe're closin' the windows and lockin' the doorsYou could die todayOr you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'monY'all niggas know my name, but you don't know my styleWhat make it all ironic is the shit is the sameKeep a Milli in the coat, puffin' on the chronicIn the hood wit my niggas that's distributin' 'caineIf your man get bodied, number one rule isYou body somethin' back then live with the painYoung guns of this shit, so when I get hitI'ma yell, Sheek and Kiss, let's finish the gameI got discipline and dedicationI'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin' Niggas FederationLight a blunt and get cloudy wit meGo get your gun and get rowdy wit meIt's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the fourDon't you ask me what I'm robbing you for, what'Cuz you was talkin' big money and I'm a little brokeAnd I'm a firm believer in equality dog, whatStylesPaniro the most, you hearin' the GhostStylesHoliday shit, it's robbery shitNigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's goStylesMafia boss, rockin' the corpseStylesPullin' the three, cockin' the fourStylesWe're closin' the windows and lockin' the doorsYou could die todayOr you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'monStylesPaniro the most, you hearin' the GhostStylesHoliday shit, it's robbery shitNigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's goStylesMafia boss, rockin' the corpseStylesPullin' the three, cockin' the fourStylesWe're closin' the windows and lockin' the doorsYou could die todayOr you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon
