Vacation ft. Osiris The Highes Lyrics

Ya (Ya, ya, ya)

Ya, ya, ya

I'm on vay-

I'm on vay-

I'm on vacation

I'm on vacation man

Had to cop on plane

On a flight for vacation

Man it's only one night

Got 7 classics that I'm makin'

Got the pigs on my ass

And I swear I smell bacon

If I twist me up some lock

They gon think that I'm Jamaican

Hell yeah I be smokin'

Nigga big blunt rollin'

Climbin' to the top

With my pole

I be totin on that totem

Got these hoes all on my dick

Got these bitches on my scrotum

Got 'em spread out on the bed

Like it's laundry I ain't foldin

Wait a minute

Why they thought that I was playin'

I'm a whole different breed

You can call me Super Saiyan

Cuz I stuck to the script

On the beach now that's a mission

Cuz I'm posted on the block

By the hour plus commission

Kitchen dirty wash the dishes

On the stove left hand whippin'

Got my right hand countin' digits

Money tall like some midgets

Grillin' niggas like they chicken

Hot sauce crossin' on them chitlins

Light the fuse while I'm tickin'

Like a bic now imma flick it

Got the court dismissing tickets

Walking out like I'm the shiznit

Either rollin' sippin' poppin'

On the run from my feelings

Shut the fuck up

Take a moment and just listen

Ayo.Tony on the beats

But that's Bizzy on the mixin'

Doctor put me on prescription

Sippin' on that syrup

Man I swear that I'm the sickest

Ridin' in that tank

Man I swear I got no limits

And I'm higher than the sky

So you know I ain't got no ceilings bitch

Ain't got no ceilings bitch

Snappin' on these bars

Like a fat chick doing pull-ups

If you got a fuckin' problem

Drop the pin and we can pull up

Or, I can be the problem

Pull the pin and you can look up

Bullet holes will snatch your soul

Into the heavens you get took up

Chill out on the gun bars

They're too hard

You're scarin' em

But the clips is for the table

Cuz the waiter said we're sharin' em

So grab a plate

Fill it on up and say your grace

Don't close your eyes

Cuz you are amazed

At the taste of the face

Who runs the place

And has much to say

Ay

How come every rapper tells the people he's the greatest

Actin' like they shit up

On the anus on the playlists

Hate us cuz they ain't us

And I say this with such confidence

And you can get the mollywhop

With my fists cuz I'm boxing shit

Lower levels

On God I roll with devils

I'm smoked out

I'm blowing flower

With no pedals

I'm disheveled

I'm cut and dry

And apathetic

I'm embedded with my flow

You give a cracker credit

Where it's deserved

Fuck what you heard

Flip you the bird.

Nouns, adjectives, and articles

Yeah and a couple of verbs

Flippin' my words, blowin' on purp

Lemme calm down

You were the big man before

Betcha feel small now

Questions always asked

But the answers never given

If I'm killin' all these rappers

Why the fuck are you still living

Cuz I'm coming for your Grammy

And your family and your children

I've been waitin' for vacation

I was patient with this killin'