Story of Holiday Lyrics
Let's go machine
Ha
Its actually 420 right now, I'm on my shyt
Let's go
Blixky hit niggas like 60 can hit niggas
If I clip half the city u think they would miss niggas
To tell the truth I'm jus sellin juice tryna loosen up
Come to that weight or that H
Ima stupid fuck
Simply know the rules
Do to them what they do to us
Step up on the set
Rep my set yea I threw it up
Right before I blew it up
We can do it to the death
Letter is addressed to rap niggas
Yea the two of us
U can bring the crew I'll kill em all
Yea I'm true as fuck
Know I keep it trill split yo grill
Try to glue it up
Ora's explorer or the dark side
U don't know the fright split ya face like we in park, died
U don't get the drift split his shyt to the white meat
Hop up in the Uber or a Lyft lookin shiesty
I jus wana watch em but his watch
Is a nice piece
A robbery can turn to a homi within light speed
I was on my positive vibes yaw want the old Ghost
https://www.elyricsworld.com/story_of_holiday_lyrics_styles_p.html
Seen niggas shot tryna score
Not at the goal post
Old school sledge hammer niggas
Leave ya toes broke
Smack a rapper right on a yacht
Thats a show boat
Zoned out smokin a O
Thats a Ozone
Up all night for that money fuck a no doze
U don't sniff around in my business I have no nose
Cut that shyt off wit a blade
Or a .44
Ask about holiday but after the holiday
Back in for the win but now that the holiday
Prolly the hideaway that u can't locate
They oughta make Styles Bape sweats how I go ape
Now u know I kick the hardest shyt out
Check the catalog God
U can see what the artist about
In high school it was Nautica, Ralph
Now its exotic soft shyt while I'm in the loft orderin out
I feel the soul of Rich Porter abound
& Larry Davis son
A bunch of emcees I air all of em out
-Ghost
We outta dis MF
D-Block
Ghost nigga
