Holiday season, boy Sledgren, you stupid For this one [holiday season] Berner brought that pack!
I always had hard beats to rap to Always had strong, always had that sack too I was just a young nigga gettin' tattoos Now they say I'm on, yeah they say I'm that dude Grade a, I'm smoking honor roll All my clothes smell like chronic smoke Shades on 'cuz I'm fuckin' faded Buyin' all the bottles, show the club we made it
Now you may think that You're so good that you Smilin' at that fuck shit But I know
I can see through all the bullshit I'ma light a joint and make you do a full spin I'ma fly first class with all my niggas I'm cool with I'ma hit the club with 50 grand and lose it Faded off gin, last call for alcohol I brought it all out I'm gon' spend My homies got all of 'em in And niggas be mad at us cuz They ain't ballin' they money ain't tall as us But I never worry 'bout niggas Who talk that shit but they can't follow us
Now look how I rep that shit I was raised on And them dollar signs what it's based on And I roll around and I do me Spent a long time in that hooptie But I get it in, smoke a lot of trees, drink a lot of gin Nigga like me got a couple friends And a couple bottles and a couple bands But I'm all in Came in the game, balling
My old school with it's? And I'm cashin only, y'all stolen End of the night, yo' bitch I'm callin' But fuck it nigga, wanna roll with me Let her fire it up, let her smoke with me She don't fuck with lames but she love a g And she love the way I slang the d (dang)
But I'm in the club and don't fuck with haters Don't need them niggas tryna bother me But I'm poppin' bottles for the time to be Standin' on the couch, call it luxury Little model chicks wanna fuck with me Wanna smoke with me, wanna drink with me Wanna come with me But I'm in and out like I'm supposed to be Still smokin' trees