HOLIDAY ft. Brandon Christian Lyrics

We could die today, so I'ma live every season like a holiday

I hit this weed and then I fly away

You tell me you wanna leave, I pray you find a way to move on

It ain't that often that you run into a Don

Bitch, I'm a hustler, I get money dusk till dawn

Just tell me what you need, I might could put you on

I could put you on

Bomb weed, pour out the Bombay

L.A. on Friday, New York on Monday

I bought the one way, it's gon' be a long stay

I can't do one bae, it fuck up my feng shui

We came a long way from huggin' the block

Some of my niggas went the wrong way, they thuggin a lot

My lil' cousin was just punchin' a clock, These days he bustin a glock

I tried to tell him he a leader, he can't run with the flock

Like, use your head right, lil' nigga, get your bread right

When you got too much motion, they might pop out at the red light

I've never been the scared type, I'm more the thoroughbred type

You gotta stay prepared, I keep this chopper on my bedside

'Cause, We could die today, so I'ma live every season like a holiday

I hit this weed and then I fly away

You tell me you wanna leave, I pray you find a way to move on

It ain't that often that you run into a Don

Bitch, I'm a hustler, I get money dusk till dawn

Just tell me what you need, I might could put you on

I could put you on

See, I could put you on-to exotics that most niggas don't smoke

Nigga known for getting ghost

And mind your business in the city

This ain't GTA for real, you can get smoked

This ain't COVID when a nigga choke

And before I got it, I had it

And a nigga still don't boast

Niggas knew what it was, like when Jordan walked on that floor (23)

Bitches be wanting to love, I just want to fuck and G.O.

More days, more dough, I just wanna see more

See, you gotta be Malcolm X with the attitude

Her pussy good, but will she ride for you

Your niggas thugging everyday of the week but on that one day will they ride for you

Smokin' all that herb, but won't sell none, boy what's wrong with you

I swear you niggas be too comfortable

We could die today, so I'ma live every season like a holiday

I hit this weed and then I fly away

You tell me you wanna leave, I pray you find a way to move on

It ain't that often that you run into a Don

Bitch, I'm a hustler, I get money dusk till dawn

Just tell me what you need, I might could put you on

I could put you on