Styles Lyrics - Styles

Yeah, Holiday, Gary 

I don't want why'all to compare me to niggas no more 

Unless they got a case pending 

Unless they poke somethin' up 

Unless they keepin' it real gutter, why'know 

SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is 

You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid 

You think you cool, I'ma throw you in the river wit some cement shoes 

You could sleep with the fishes 

Niggas actin' funny so I gotta keep it movin' I don't speak to the bitches 

We could handle this like gangstas 

Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker 

That money get dropped off, so do he 

Right off the booth of his mama' building 

Feel the drama building 

Told why'all niggas don't fuck wit P 

I said fuck rap and a verse 

I get down like the bishops, wit the way you clap at the hearse 

I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of verc 

I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac 

Wit niggas that'll take twenty a body, the shottie will handle that 

[Chorus:] 

Styles 

Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost 

Styles 

Holiday shit, it's robbery shit 

Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go 

Styles 

Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse 

Styles 

Pullin the three, cockin the four 

Styles 

We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors 

You could die today 

Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy the option is yours, see'mon 

I smoke weed 'cause the future is grim 

I'm knockin' this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz 

My lil man been runnin' since the shootin' begin 

Why'all niggas talk about cases of Crist' 

I talk about cases where niggas get life of the shit 

And your girl visit two years, mom come forever 

But near one of your mans ain't right wit his shit 

But like corn I'ma flip, smokin' weed influenced by the fix 

And old timers with the toolies by the hips 

So come and creep wit me 

And I ain't lyin' when I tell these motherfuckers 

That I got the streets in me 

One felony, wit two cases beat 

So be about your business when you come and beef wit me 

I got coke for sale and I got dope for sale 

If you want to cop some work you oughta come and speak wit me 

[Chorus:] 

Why'all niggas know my name, but you don't know my style 

What make it all ironic is the shit is the same 

Keep a milli in the coat, puffin on the chronic 

In the hood wit my niggas that's distributin' 'caine 

If your man get bodied, number one rule is you body somethin' back 

Then live with the pain 

Young guns of this shit, so when I get hit 

I'ma yell Sheek and 'Kiss let's finish the game 

I got discipline and dedication 

I'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin Niggas Federation 

Light a blunt and get cloudy wit me 

Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me 

It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four 

Don't you ask me what I'm robbing you for, what 

'Cause you was talkin' big money 

And I'm a little broke and I'm a firm believer in equality dog, what 

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]