Lyrics:

(Blows smoke)
1: Come up top to the roof come on
2: What you wanna go to the roof for
1: I just bought four joints today
2: Word
1: Yeah, yeah I wanna pop these things off
(They walk up the steps and open the door)
Styles: What up?
2: What's up holiday?
1: You know we be get money for long time, yeah, what's goin' on? And we been in a lot of shit together.
2: Look at the pumpers on the roof, pumpers on the roof
Styles: Hey, you ratin man? Fuck the bull shit e you ratin.
2:Ratin? Fuck what you are talk about Holiday?
Styles: 'Cause you are ratin, baby.
2: Ratin on who? Who am I ratin on?
Styles: It's not looking good baby, not lookin' good at all
1: Personally it ain't even nothing to talk about
2: So this how I'm going out, this how y'all gone do me this how I'm going out
Styles: You okay, you okay, nigga chill!
1: Yo, what you actin' like that? Ayo! Ayo! What the fuck? What you doin', man?
Styles: It's a Holiday, motherfucker!
2: Ah!
1: Fly off the roof!
(Explosion)