Militant Dave East (Ft. Don Q)

[Intro]
Holiday Season
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
It's holiday season, bitch
Uh

[Verse 1: Dave East]
3 pills in my body got me noddin' off
Really think I'm out this world
Got a condom on but she begging me to take it off
Probably coming out your girl
1942 mixed it with the Clicquot and I'ma probably hurl
Lot of weight
Told the plug I could lift it with my arms, I just gotta curl
I'm killing everything, ain't got a girl
Niggas codeine feignin'
They run out to sell
We had sour diesel by the barrel
Nowadays get it up in the Panamera (skurr)
I played the block with the demons
Where you could get shot for no reason
I grew up plottin' and scheming
Now I drop the top on the beamer
My bitch ain't got her no visa
But I know her pops get it cheaper (I know)
I kick it like soccer, no Fifa (I kick it)
Just watching for robbers and Keishas
Cuzo play the block with the tweakers
100 grams in his pocket, get a slice got me some pizza
Took the foreign top down like it's Caesar
Pussy good, but homie, I wouldn't keep her