Holidaze

Savage, savage, savage, savage, savage

You acting like a character, so go on and get your karats up
Savage got too much, they said that I'm not playing fair enough
Came up in Minneapolis, they thought it was a miracle
Now they play me in the club, my old bitch said it's terrible

It's Christmas every day to me, cause Savage see a lot of tree
All this money on me, you would think I hit the lottery
How you get it over South lately, is what they asking me
Juggin, working, packs and running laps, just like an athlete

It's Jay Whitt with Juggin on the beat, I think he made a masterpiece
Savage, hop up on it, kill it, turn it to a tragedy
Catastrophe, disaster scene they don't got it bad as me
Making projects, now I got a track list full of casualties

I done merked so many songs, I'm starting to lose my sanity
Got everything I wanted, made my fantasies reality
Niggas need academies to understand analogies
Keep acting like a character, we gon' finish with fatalities

I get it all in a hurry
Peel off in the car and I'm blurry
How I ball without a jersey?
Ball like Curry number 30

Louis, Supreme, no fitted
I never dreamed I could get it
Hopped on the team now I'm Whitt it
Made a hit up in a minute

Throw me a beat and I'm on it
Dropping atomic, hooked to the game like its phonics
Young nigga ball like I'm Giannis
But I speak the trap like ebonics

They asking for packs cause I look like I got it
You seen the racks how they poke out the pocket
She giving a brain till I'm seeing the logic
Making them now used to be in the projects

I'm going straight to the top
See how I flip it never flop
And the digits never stop
No it ain't Christmas but I'm in that box

I can't stop chasing that green
Put on for my fam, I put on for my team
I'm living my life like a motherfucking dream
I give her that pipe till a motherfucker scream

Wait, we sending loads like Christmas
I put a nigga on the hit list
Never thought that I'd get this rich, Mystic
Why I'm on your bitch's wish list

Cause Savage do the shit the fastest
Your money slower than molasses
I make the money do gymnastics
I'm dripping water like a baptist

I'm coming clean like Ajax
You want smoke then nigga say that
I roll the wood and I face that
Need that straight thrax like ASAP

The bread it get burnt then its toast
Just had my back against the ropes
I had a pack and some hope
He talking smack turn his ass to a ghost

I got it and they can't deny
And we never dry cause I keep a supply
You better not play with that fire
Cause we sparking up like the 4th of July

They want it but don't wanna put in the time
I came up just off of them nickels and dimes
They need it gave me a reason to rhyme
I need it then I'ma just hit up my slime

They reach and I teach with that piece on the side
Minnesota cold keep the heat in the ride
Everybody hungry for a piece of the pie
I'ma air it out like a leak in the tire

We get a cheese no Monterey
I'm number one ball like Hardaway
They told me lil nigga you on the way
Watch what you say you end up in a waterway

But they ain't really on my water wave
I'm balling like he going all the way
And I did this shit the proper way
I'm a real nigga that's just how I operate

I peeped how the ops love to commentate
I put them niggas in a slaughter cage
If we beefing they don't gotta be Christmas
We ah light up like the holidays

Bitch, bitch, bitch
R.I.P my nigga Fit
Know we getting really rich
Savage



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Writer(s): Randy Traylor
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