Styles P – Story Of Holiday Lyrics
[Intro]
Let’s go machine
Ha
Its actually four-twenty right now, I’m on my shit
Let’s go
[Verse]
Blicky hit niggas like sixty can hit niggas
If I clip half the city, you think they would miss niggas
To tell the truth, I’m just sellin’ juice, try’na loosen up
Come to that weight or that H, I’ma stupid f**k
Simply know the rules, do to them what they do to us
Step up on the set, rep my set, yeah, I threw it up
Right before I blew it up
We can do it to the death
Letter is addressed to rap niggas, yeah, the two of us
You can bring the crew, I’ll kill ’em all, yeah, I’m true as f**k
Know I keep it trill, split your grill, try to glue it up
Ora’s explorer or the dark side
You don’t know the fright, split ya face like [?] die...