Vacation
Ya (Ya, ya, ya)
Ya, ya, ya
I'm on vay-
I'm on vay-
I'm on vacation
I'm on vacation man
Had to cop on plane
On a flight for vacation
Man it's only one night
Got 7 classics that I'm makin'
Got the pigs on my ass
And I swear I smell bacon
If I twist me up some lock
They gon think that I'm Jamaican
Hell yeah I be smokin'
Nigga big blunt rollin'
Climbin' to the top
With my pole
I be totin on that totem
Got these hoes all on my dick
Got these bitches on my scrotum
Got 'em spread out on the bed
Like it's laundry I ain't foldin
Wait a minute
Why they thought that I was playin'
I'm a whole different breed
You can call me Super Saiyan
Cuz I stuck to the script
On the beach now that's a mission
Cuz I'm posted on the block
By the hour plus commission
Kitchen dirty wash the dishes
On the stove left hand whippin'
Got my right hand countin' digits
Money tall like some midgets
Grillin' niggas like they chicken
Hot sauce crossin' on them chitlins
Light the fuse while I'm tickin'
Like a bic now imma flick it
Got the court dismissing tickets
Walking out like I'm the shiznit
Either rollin' sippin' poppin'
On the run from my feelings
Shut the fuck up
Take a moment and just listen
Ayo.Tony on the beats
But that's Bizzy on the mixin'
Doctor put me on prescription
Sippin' on that syrup
Man I swear that I'm the sickest
Ridin' in that tank
Man I swear I got no limits
And I'm higher than the sky
So you know I ain't got no ceilings bitch
Ain't got no ceilings bitch
Snappin' on these bars
Like a fat chick doing pull-ups
If you got a fuckin' problem
Drop the pin and we can pull up
Or, I can be the problem
Pull the pin and you can look up
Bullet holes will snatch your soul
Into the heavens you get took up
Chill out on the gun bars
They're too hard
You're scarin' em
But the clips is for the table
Cuz the waiter said we're sharin' em
So grab a plate
Fill it on up and say your grace
Don't close your eyes
Cuz you are amazed
At the taste of the face
Who runs the place
And has much to say
Ay
How come every rapper tells the people he's the greatest
Actin' like they shit up
On the anus on the playlists
Hate us cuz they ain't us
And I say this with such confidence
And you can get the mollywhop
With my fists cuz I'm boxing shit
Lower levels
On God I roll with devils
I'm smoked out
I'm blowing flower
With no pedals
I'm disheveled
I'm cut and dry
And apathetic
I'm embedded with my flow
You give a cracker credit
Where it's deserved
Fuck what you heard
Flip you the bird
Nouns, adjectives, and articles
Yeah and a couple of verbs
Flippin' my words, blowin' on purp
Lemme calm down
You were the big man before
Betcha feel small now
Questions always asked
But the answers never given
If I'm killin' all these rappers
Why the fuck are you still living
Cuz I'm coming for your Grammy
And your family and your children
I've been waitin' for vacation
I was patient with this killin'
Ya, ya, ya
I'm on vay-
I'm on vay-
I'm on vacation
I'm on vacation man
Had to cop on plane
On a flight for vacation
Man it's only one night
Got 7 classics that I'm makin'
Got the pigs on my ass
And I swear I smell bacon
If I twist me up some lock
They gon think that I'm Jamaican
Hell yeah I be smokin'
Nigga big blunt rollin'
Climbin' to the top
With my pole
I be totin on that totem
Got these hoes all on my dick
Got these bitches on my scrotum
Got 'em spread out on the bed
Like it's laundry I ain't foldin
Wait a minute
Why they thought that I was playin'
I'm a whole different breed
You can call me Super Saiyan
Cuz I stuck to the script
On the beach now that's a mission
Cuz I'm posted on the block
By the hour plus commission
Kitchen dirty wash the dishes
On the stove left hand whippin'
Got my right hand countin' digits
Money tall like some midgets
Grillin' niggas like they chicken
Hot sauce crossin' on them chitlins
Light the fuse while I'm tickin'
Like a bic now imma flick it
Got the court dismissing tickets
Walking out like I'm the shiznit
Either rollin' sippin' poppin'
On the run from my feelings
Shut the fuck up
Take a moment and just listen
Ayo.Tony on the beats
But that's Bizzy on the mixin'
Doctor put me on prescription
Sippin' on that syrup
Man I swear that I'm the sickest
Ridin' in that tank
Man I swear I got no limits
And I'm higher than the sky
So you know I ain't got no ceilings bitch
Ain't got no ceilings bitch
Snappin' on these bars
Like a fat chick doing pull-ups
If you got a fuckin' problem
Drop the pin and we can pull up
Or, I can be the problem
Pull the pin and you can look up
Bullet holes will snatch your soul
Into the heavens you get took up
Chill out on the gun bars
They're too hard
You're scarin' em
But the clips is for the table
Cuz the waiter said we're sharin' em
So grab a plate
Fill it on up and say your grace
Don't close your eyes
Cuz you are amazed
At the taste of the face
Who runs the place
And has much to say
Ay
How come every rapper tells the people he's the greatest
Actin' like they shit up
On the anus on the playlists
Hate us cuz they ain't us
And I say this with such confidence
And you can get the mollywhop
With my fists cuz I'm boxing shit
Lower levels
On God I roll with devils
I'm smoked out
I'm blowing flower
With no pedals
I'm disheveled
I'm cut and dry
And apathetic
I'm embedded with my flow
You give a cracker credit
Where it's deserved
Fuck what you heard
Flip you the bird
Nouns, adjectives, and articles
Yeah and a couple of verbs
Flippin' my words, blowin' on purp
Lemme calm down
You were the big man before
Betcha feel small now
Questions always asked
But the answers never given
If I'm killin' all these rappers
Why the fuck are you still living
Cuz I'm coming for your Grammy
And your family and your children
I've been waitin' for vacation
I was patient with this killin'
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Writer(s): Talbera Botros
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