Real Nigga Holiday

Ooh, ooh
Sheesh
Guess what today is?
Yeah

Bitch
It's a real nigga holiday
It's a real nigga holiday
We gon' turn up nigga
For all the times we ain't havin'

Bitch
It's a real nigga holiday
We gon' ball on these niggas, that's how we celebrate
Gold bottles, hoes, and models all in my new estate
They cut my EDD off 'cause they said I had too much cake
Bitch
It's a real nigga holiday
We gon' ball on these niggas, that's how we celebrate
Gold bottles, hoes, and models all in my new estate
They cut my EDD off 'cause they said I had too much cake

Aye, birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin' Ace of Spades when we get thirsty
I be smoking out the P so don't no weed man serve me
Next year catch me on Forbes 30 Under 30

Real nigga holiday, shoutout the woman that birthed me
They want me gone, but I keep coming back bitch, I'm a herpe
I'm ballin in LA, the Lakers need to give me a jersey
I do the same thang in the Bay, I'm in the section wit Curry

Swish
Pull up to the club and we got in with them sticks
Hand shakes and hugs really feeling like I'm him
Lil' baby drunk, wanna pull up to my crib
I really hope she don't think that pussy is a gift

But I'll take it if you offering
I get that cake and double back three times like it's offering
I talk it like I walk it and I walk it like I'm talking it
Baby won't you come and shake somethin' like you got Parkinson's

Bitch
It's a real nigga holiday
We gon' ball on these niggas, that's how we celebrate
Gold bottles, hoes, and models all in my new estate
They cut my EDD off 'cause they said I had too much cake
Bitch
It's a real nigga holiday
We gon' ball on these niggas, that's how we celebrate
Gold bottles, hoes, and models all in my new estate
They cut my EDD off 'cause they said I had too much cake

Damn, that's a lot of cake
I'm getting closer to my dreams, I feel like Goapele
I just ate ramen with my yoga teacher, namaste
I can't be flirting with my yoga teacher, my mistake

My bitch keep getting on my nerves, please not today
I'm out here poppin' 'pagne
Finta cop a chain, I just talked to that boy Johnny Dang
Rollie plain Jane, bet these niggas they won't rob a thang
Got a big ol' choppa, that bitch hit you from a mile away

But it's my born day so we ain't on that
They said it's on the floor, but we already swept that
Pull up hit 'em wit a step back
I just had some flight pussy, now a nigga jet lag
And we can bet that
I'm the best rapper alive, my nigga dead ass
I gotta do it big for all them little minor setbacks
And I got Apple Pay and Zelle, but I'll rather take cash

Bitch
It's a real nigga holiday
We gon' ball on these niggas, that's how we celebrate
Gold bottles, hoes, and models all in my new estate
They cut my EDD off 'cause they said I had too much cake
Bitch
It's a real nigga holiday
We gon' ball on these niggas, that's how we celebrate
Gold bottles, hoes, and models all in my new estate
They cut my EDD off 'cause they said I had too much cake

It's my birthday
It's a real nigga holiday
It's a real nigga holiday, aye
It's a real nigga holiday, aye
It's a real nigga holiday, aye
It's a real nigga holiday, aye
It's a real nigga holiday, aye