[Intro: Rx Papi & DJ Holiday]

(Shout out to my pink slip boys) (Oh, 5StarChrome) yeah

(We don’t do papers ‘round here) (Oh, it's Holiday season, nigga)

(Fresh off the lot nigga) yeah

(Fuck you doing)

It’s the mothafucking dawg nigga

(Struggling right I know)

(The commission)

[Verse: Rx Papi & DJ Holiday]

Nigga, new C8 I drop the top on ‘em (You’ll be ight tho)

Silk the shocker hot boy nigga sold one bag in his hood he think he top boy (Holiday Season) (Rx Papi)

(DJ Holiday) nigga Papi a real pop boy speed bumps speed not boy

Auntie high as fuck she tryna convince me that is not boy

Lil fah jump out with a big ass gun like “What you got for me”

Like Steve Nash with the suns when you seen get your gun

Project bitch fine as fuck but never had nun

If that bitch play her cards right she get her ass done

Soon as I nut get the fuck get your ass on

Bitch I’m in a rush that’s what the fuck I’m going fast for

Bitch drunk as fuck as dumb wish I could fast forward

They get behind us then it’s dust do the dashboard

Six finger nigga i remember when I bag raw

G29 with a button and a vec could keep your ass off

I just rolled the seven a buss head out the glass jar

Papi like the pop it I’ll piss yo lil’ broke ass off

Zo say “Papi I don’t think you should buy that car”

I still brought the car

Point my finger and tell them get on that car

I bet they won’t make it far

Hook shot the pot bitch I’m Papi Hakeem Olajuwon

Auntie beat the door 30 minutes what the fuck ya want?

Boujee bitch keep begging for Chanel like I got a fucking wand

Bitch had the nerve to call me broke pull out a fucking watch

Fine ass gang banging ho this bitch come from Watts

Cup after cup of the stuff bitch I’m Speaker Knockers

Bitch fit cost seven bucks she a SHEIN rocker

Bro mixed the meds the fuck up like he a lean doctor

Bro seen the gun and gave it up we ain’t even rob him

Hood bitch do everything I say she a genie in a bottle

Stupid bitch say “Papi, I like your asics ” these Balenciages

I got your baby dad life savings in my left pocket

I know he think that shh clean as fuck but we stepped on it

Crank the C8 that bitch would like a jet don’t it?

Plan was the plan to the plan went left on it

They hit the lights you better bust a right then step on it