[Intro:]
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Is Gucci
Burn
Holiday Season
Hey
I'll just remain out here
Gotta get it
Price or G
Holiday Season nigga
[Verse 1:]
When it's winter time I fly to where is summer time
Spend my honey granted any given time of day
So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck
Smoking kush from a twelve like we don't give a fuck
Want some trap shit you came to the right place
In a V state traffic in this canny grapes
I'm a king I swear that I should play for Sacramento
Holiday Season
Treat my cars just like my house with curtains on my window
So much codeine in this ride it look like Pepto-Bismol
Miss me when I load that gospel and it at your window
They say my diamond chain is ear they say that I'm a sicko
Made a hundred thousand dollars standing like a sea goat
You busting up and you see crystals sparkling in the mirror
And I never stopped jigging nigga 'cause I'm not a quitter
And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of killers
[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man
Gucci man the flayer I got all money, all money
And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I'm at a loss for words
I know you nigga heard I got them joyner birds
20 25 Nigga spread the word
Holiday Season Nigga
[Verse 2:]
Come with me you know I got the Charlie Sheen
Hiding pins so purple that's alot of lean
Got 2000 pounds of swag like I cut the grass
He said alright Kruger snatched me but that made me last
So many bend rose in my rally park about to bust
Walking trought the mall and smelling like a pound of kush
I got thirty grant on me and a.40 Cal
I'm in a Louie V store signing autographs
My flow takes me saying gish can
I tested bet my nigga I'll be on my way
I'm selling most skilled that's fine digger
Got a bow bed rolling like twin kids
And ain't no broke niggas coming to my house
Got that white girl call her Amy Winehouse
Old school cellphone costs a town house
Better bring 'em pounds before I bring the 9 out
[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man
Gucci man the flayer I got all money, all money
And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I'm at a loss for words
I know you nigga heard I got them joyner birds
20 25 Nigga spread the word
Holiday Season Nigga
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man