[Intro: Rx Papi & DJ Holiday]

(All you Rochester niggas better figure it out now)

(Oh, 5StarChrome)

(Holiday Season)

(My nigga got the ball)

(Rx Papi Holiday Season)

(Holiday Season nigga)

(Ain’t no coming back from this shit)

(This big time right here)

[Verse: Rx Papi & DJ Holiday]

Nigga this shit overloaded tell that bitch to bring the bottles out

I’m in this bitch like Nick Cannon (Yes sir) get to wildin’ out

Ballin’ on these broke ass niggas they tryna foul me out

(Holiday: The Rise Of The RainMan) (Holiday Season)

You ain’t talking ‘bout no money then what you talking bout (The biggest outside right now)

Five star we going straight to the Waffle House

‘Cause I ain’t going back and forth bitch once you out you out (Rx Papi talk to ‘еm)

You don’t know baby D like I do so watch ya’ fuckin’ mouth

Niggas [?] my forces one timе I bust ya’ fucking scalp

Standing on the table in the section like fuck the couch

Her ass fat as shit but I ain’t gon’ lie I want to fuck her mouth

She screaming “Papi, take me on through there” I don’t know if this bitch ‘bout it

She said I could slap her ass but not to hard ‘cause the bitch just brought it

She said she like my Amiri’s this here cost ten plus forty

Watch where the fuck you shaking ass I got a big ass forty

He gon’ whoop that ho’ in the car ‘cause he caught his bitch on me

Lil’ C4 pop right out the cut and up a big stick on ‘em

Who put this thing together bitch me that’s who bitch I’m Tony

Bitch I’m on the kitchen cooking a rock these niggas jabroni's

She keep on tryna throw that pussy at me but I don’t really want it

They say you rich as shit why you act like that ‘cause I’m from the corner

Security in the club don’t mean shit still got my pistol on me

I’ll give yo’ bitch ass everything in here if you act like you want

My bitch thick as shit she a ten monkey

Papi drop six after six he a rich ass junkie

My youngan only seventeen with ‘round with a big [?] on him

Got dog in the blender bitch it look like I [?] pitch on it

‘Lil ass bankroll in the club nigga that’s six hunnit

My last six cups that I poured could’ve got a brick for me

Gave auntie two and then fifty bucks she got a scrip for me

My young bull came and doubled up I got a zip for ‘em

This bitch don’t know how to shut the fuck up can’t get shit from me

I just rolled a blunt of that stuff this your rent money

Niggas this the way we all ball I got ‘Lil Flip money

Kick my last bitch out the spot she dropped a tip on me

Brand new C8 off the lot I got the slip on me

Fifth turn a bitch to a vic’ he put the fifth on ‘em

Boy they a stone cold bitch that’s your big homie

You niggas all King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Fifty for my wrist bitch this shit cost your kit don’t it

Bitch thick as shit grab my dick and wanna sit on it

Bitch put your lips on the tip then spit on it

I talk big shit to a bitch ‘cause I been on it

Poppin’ shit fucking up the vick then getting money

Everyday out the week I’m Beatrice I’m a big stunna

I’ll call [?] make that nigga sit in ya’ bushes for em

Gave bro five hunnit cash and made him cook it for me

Ball got left with his head on the dash he was looking for me

Niggas stole from me when I was sleep they never took it from me

As soon as his dumb ass pop out that hole cook ‘em for it

Been standing on that business since a boy what you took me for

Back to back I whip up that batch start a cooking war

Stand over him while he on the ground we go overboard

Brody put five in his face you gotta know for sure

The opps drop good diss tracks but they know the score

Fay say I can’t do wrong I’m like the golden boy

He talk like he couldn’t get whack so we showed the boy

Fah swing that ‘Drac back and forth he look like Soulja Boy

[Outro]

(Oh, 5StarChrome)