Top Songs By Holiday Dimpz
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oscar Guerrero
Songwriter
Lyrics
Whatever you gotta do
See, they ask me a definition of a hustler
I just tell them on some real shit
You gotta know how to adapt
They were like, what's your strengths and your weaknesses
I said weaknesses
Honestly, I ain't got no money
That's the only time I feel weak
Real shit it's is all power
All that shit
Ay, y'all really need to chill
I'm the nice one out the group
All my homies got some nice guns
They would really like to use
They trigger happy
They keep asking why Dimpoz
Shit, I ain't like the sound
When they call me, big happy
I'm a different type of Mexican
Out my zip code
See, I grew around them hustlers
Bagging up that crystal
Seen transitions in the hustle
I was packing pistols
I was tight to catch them slipping
With my fist closed
I remember when you really had to earn all this shit
Got a problem, Lord
We gotta burn the whole bridge
Stay quiet, homie
This don't concern none of you kids
Can't teach an old dog
No new tricks
I done tried
Damn, all my trials and tribulations
Showed so much love
So why the fuck is that hating
Ask around
Instead of chilling
In the back of the class
Stay humble
Stay down
Nowadays I show my ass
Just let it ride
See if I catch it
Never know what to say in this shit
Yeah, Look
Tryna talk my shit, yeah
Really out here in the field
Ain't no football
I was tight to skip class and
Snort a little football
I'm out here doing my thing
Cause there's no one that I could call
Do it all
Ask around
Is it far
Holiday don't play no games
When it's all about that paper, boy
Scrooge up in this shit
I don't ever ask for favors, boy
Fuck around and find out
We gon' call a little favor, boy
So much loud out the booth
Give a fuck about the neighbors noise
Contact of that shit they
Whipping in the kitchen
See my pops pass out
Cause he mix it a little different
Sorry, my mind's twisted
So I be acting ignorant
And all these bars that I'm dropping
Just fucking up my spitting
Cotton mouth off that bat
You know I wet it with some jack
I'm a gentleman, homie
You can go and have a bat
Fuck the tit for the tat
Dog, I'm going straight direct
I don't do the Tiktok
Now I'm chasing every check
Writer(s): Oscar Guerrero
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