Holiday - Robb Bank$

I think I might be happy

I like that sound

That mean shit is finna start

I don’t want to give you up

I don’t want to give you up

I don’t want to give you up

I don’t want to hod you up

Happy

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Sure, sure, sure, sure

Aye, sure

My sex game better than my text game

Shoot the same way, got the same plays

I seen a new jersey like the Nets playing

And I nut in her don’t say a thang

I’ma slide off, board the next plane

Her man probably gonna raise her

He be tryna look like me anyway

I done took some time off, why?

Niggas got they lies off

Them interviews, they was so cute

See you say my name, your views get a boost

Nigga, bird’s eye, get a better view

Count every bullet that we send at you

Even Adam was looking upset with you

You gonna get him shot, nigga, tell the truth

I’m high as Nasir off the foil, cup full of soil

Suck my dick, get a reward

I went Hashirama with your daughter

Grow into a problem, sue, I’ll put the wood in your lawyer

Nigga, I sleep all summer

Know I’m gonna, stunt all month

Know I’ll, appear just once

Just to remind you who’s number one

I, don’t give a fuck

Really don’t give a fuck

Seen too much

Drink lean too much

I wish Hope could forgive me

Gain her trust

Cause she, had a bad friend that I really wanted to fuck

Goddamn