[Intro]
[Speaking: DJ Holiday]
MAT
I told you *****
(Oh, it's Holiday Season *****)
(MAT)
You're naming the rappers now
We one of the ones
Going in, going in
Streets gon' love this shit
Shots are coming in
Behind the cockpit baby
Got your towel soaking wet, just throw it in
Going in, going in
Shots are coming in
I like this shit, let's go
Listen
(Holiday Season)
[Verse]
A lot of people think they're woke like good morning
Whole time they're dead asleep, wide mouth yawning
If I feel like going in, won't give no quick warning
When I'm done, can already hear the foot stomping
Man this is wild shit, grown acting childish
Plus you're boring could really use a vibe switch
Go against mе, this activity's at high-risk
Chances are your name еnds up on the blacklist
I stay with M, yeah she goes by Da Baddest
Taught you how to do it, but I guess you need more practice
Spell it MAT, full government is Mathis
If you say you're big, well consider me the fattest
Like me? Tuned in
Don't? They're still tuned in
Long as they keep talking, constantly keep boomin'
You don't want smoke but I pressed you now you're fumin'
Found out where you live so your block I made my goon spin
One time, two times, three times, four
Wrap it up or I can express ship it to your door
This ain't Metro on the beat, still they want some more
Flexing on them got my body feeling real sore
Still do so, now I'm really into fitness
Witty with it, mind operates with quickness
I'll body anybody, please be my witness
I'm not sorry no, won't ask for forgiveness
Your shit sucks, blowjob
Living off your parents' money still got no job, yikes!
Throw up your set and then throw up your, bikes!
Needing approval so you do shit for, likes! (Yikes, yikes)
You heard right
Tuck your chain if it don't shine bright
Snatch it quick, all my members fight (Brat)
What's with your face? Homie looking tight
Hate all in your heart, moving out of spite
Can't stand to see me shine, tryna dim my light
I think your thirsty ass needs a can of Sprite (Sip)
Drop a couple names, shit I think I might
Conversating 'bout my bum so I stopped showing it
Still at the gym though, making sure I'm growing it
At your big age Chad, this shit is lowkey sad
I'ma leave it at that so you should be glad
I guess the figure be causing confusion
Making up things, straight-up delusion
Sort out your life, should be your resolution
My body's all real, what BBL illusion?
You bitches really do believe lies though
My shit be sitting in a pair of vintage Levi's hoe
You wanna touch it, smack it, or rub up on it
Shut your bitch ass up or throw some dubs up on it
I pull up, new Prada joint and it's not from Jacob
Stuck in the closet, think the mirror needs a rub
Whole follow list looking like a gay club (Ew)
TLC said we cannot fuck with no scrub
Shit, I'd be mad too
'Cause I put that shit on better than you
Gotta be the dumbest one by far
Nobody gives a damn 'bout your fuck ass car
Stop playing with the kid, he ain't the one
Just like your daddy turn you to my son
You do it 'cause you can, I do it for fun
Could keep going but I think we're done (Yeah we're done)
[Outro]
Huh
Who wants next?
Who, who wants next?
Who, who wants next?
Stupid
Kyuh!
(Holiday Season)
[Speaking: DJ Holiday]
One time for Claudia
Ian, Tristan, what up?
Grandma T
(The Commission)
We working