[Lyric] Don’t Take My Style (Holland Izz)

Man, we know where you got the drip from
You got it from Holland Izzm
I-Z-Z
And ima tell you like this

Don’t Take My Style
Don’t Take My Style
Don’t Take My Style
Huh huh huh
Don’t Take My Style
Uh uh uh
Don’t Take My Style
Huh huh huh
Don’t Take My Style
What what
Don’t Take My Style

You wilding
You a young dude profiling
Better watch out for them
Girls, that want them
Diamonds and pearls
Who tripping?
Who the one in they feelings?
Who the one talking tough
Acting diligent
I’m the one that put the brain
With the middle, with the heart
Got these people all in they feelings
Huh huh
Cha cha now
If you want smoke
You could have a pound
Keep talking shit
Ima knock you down
If you do one thing
Don’t Take My Style
Huh huh huh
Don’t Take My Style
Uh uh uh
Don’t Take My Style
Huh huh huh
Don’t Take My Style
What what
Don’t Take My Style

Life is a lesson
Better not get worked
Or murked
Young nigga gotta get it
Out the dirt
You smirking
You backstabbing
Man, how you sell your soul
But you crying to the pastor
I ain’t really feeling you fools
Yeah, I pop lock to the padlock
Got more money than Indians do
Im eating Indian food
With a bad little mamacita
I’m like damn baby nice to meet ya
You see I’m classless
3, 4 bitches in a basket
I’m smashing
If a niggas want it then I’m grabbing
I’m cashing on any check that I see
If you want this style
Then you gotta pay a fee
Don’t Take My Style
Huh huh huh
Don’t Take My Style
Uh uh uh
Don’t Take My Style
Huh huh huh
Don’t Take My Style
What what
Don’t Take My Style