[Intro: Westside Gunn, DJ Holiday & DJ Drama]
H-Holiday Season
Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head
Sleep good every night, all them n***as is dead
Holiday Season, bitch
Hahahaha, you know who it is, DJ Holiday
As I sip my Pino Grigio on you broke ass n***as
I was just wondering, did you miss me?

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & DJ Holiday]
Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head (Yeah)
Sleep good every night, all them n***as is dead (Good)
"Can't nobody fuck with me," n***a, I said (Ah)
Hellcat red and the Maybach red (Let's go)
New Rover red and the G-Wagon red (Skrrt)
Few hit his dreads, hit his chest, hit his legs (Brrt, brrt)
Came to fuck your bitch on the jet, I'm a player (Ah)
Virgil gave me this, I ain't even gon' wear it (Uh-uh)
Switches make these dirty motherfuckers get to sprayin' (Brrt, brrt)
N***as crawling under cars, seen a couple n***as prayin'
Still got them shits duck taped, I'm the man (I'm the man)
I could change your life for thirty grand (Ah)
All these diamonds on me, they don't even understand
I'm a Eastside n***a, Freddy J with the pan (Whip)
Seen him on Chippewa, shit hit the fan (Brrt)
Then I sped off in a Lamb' with Big Lan' (Skrrt)
Same n***as hating, they was fans, they was fans (Ah)
Hit every house on his block, I ain't playin' (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
[Interlude: DJ Holiday & DJ Drama]
I'm just sayin', do you hear that?
H-Holiday Season
You know, it's some real street shit goin' on
Westside Gunn
Ayo, Peezy, get 'em

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Ghetto Boyz, we with that gangster shit (Yeah)
Pull up, spank a bitch
Might just slime you out, need a handkerchief (Yeah)
They come when you least expect it, you gotta be thinkin' quick
I'm out here chasin' my dreams
I came a long way, I was chasing fiends (Yeah, I got him right here)
You and me in a different league, my pants is K, these Chrome Heart jeans (Fuck boy)
Might see me out shoppin' in Paris, I'm buying this shit, I might not even wear it (For real)
All this Rick Owen, don't know what to wear (Uh-huh)
I'm not wearing Amiri, got too many pairs (Yeah)
The room I'm at is a thousand a night
Gotta call security to get upstairs
Told my ho, "If you fuck me tonight, I'll take you shopping and pay for your hair"
If I ever send n***as to get you, they going up top, they ain't grazing your lid
When the feds snatched me off the plane, I told 'em, "Let's do it, I'm sleepy as hell" (No lie)
Know some n***as was sick that I'm winning, you know and it's fuck 'em, I tell 'em get well (N***a)
My crib so motherfuckin' big, I make the wrong turn and get lost upstairs (Yeah)
They ever get wind 'bout shit that we did, we gettin' the chair (Shh)
I put out the word, ain't nobody spared (Uh-huh)
He blow off your head then cut off his dreads (I cut off his dreads)
I come from nothing to somethin', I hold my wrist in the air, I'm celebratin' (Yeah)
Call that ghetto elevation (Yeah)
I got rich, no education, n***a
[Outro: DJ Holiday & Peezy]
Catch my n***a in the UK (What's that? What's up, n***a?)
Dolce Gabbana robe and shit (Ghetto)
Might be with yo' bitch
Hahaha, Holiday Season, Westside Gunn
Classic