It was the night before brismasBefore what?Papa with the choppa and the coolDid he say brismas?Tryna put some * niggas on the newsOh you tryna up the scope for Christmas?Body bag and a Mac 11 on the bro wish listHolidays turnin' off to some trees, we gon' smoke that niggaNiggas askin' Santa Claus for us to stop spinnin'I know you goin' to Granny House, I'm comin' down the chimneyDrop you to tell your mama I need a plate of chickenDon't know about you but there are opps on my wish listPaint the block red, big blood, bitch it's brismasMariah Care on Christmas, I hit airtimeBought me a Glock but she know I want the switch on mineWho ain't eatin' at the table this year, I can name bout nineName one off the top, then walk, lil' nine* Ape, * Trey D, I said airtimeThrow that dyke when she coulda saved him off the groundStock on the cake cause it's ChristmastimeStock and cap on my face, I'm finna write it down* niggas greener than a GrinchDance up when you see me, I'ma blitzCatch a nigga out with his people takin' Christmas picsGot the cameraman like, Goddamn, can't believe this *Baby Drake like my elf, that's my healthMy hot bitch on the plate, I gave her ass some mistressesOh * a mistletoe, ain't no kiss, bitch, nextPut this dick in a bowl, then your throat, that's your crestAy, that's what I do, that's what I doOh, you tryna up the scope for Christmas?Mackie Lemon and the body bag, that's on pro whistlin'Holiday's turnin' up to a treat, gon' smoke them niggasGod ain't on his own, but we know what his wish isGod bring mist back so we can choke that nigga* that back to the track, still bummin' down that chipStill gon' drop your ass and ask your mama where my chicksStill dead, I'm so my wish listHey, B's bitch is brisk, bitchSlide with this chop after briskness is qualityAnd this bitch gon' burn, you ain't never wore a carI'm on your wife's wish list and your baby mamaYou don't ever slide, you be cold in your stockGot these hoes on my wood like an ornamentBro, I can't try to double back, gotta dance smackBoy, this * ain't no play, you know what I'm finna sayHis family like he gone, everybody get to eat todayYou thought I was gon' say that he fatAnd he'll talk with my cake-smokin' spats two timesGifts under the tree, all for Kurt, no 3-5Damn, that's * upNo, it's not, why? He diedRun off of your * like the Santa off of FridayAll I want for Christmas is the drop, then we slideGirl, you'll get the truth when them pigs start flyin'My little hoe think she funny, call me Charles when I'm lyin'Okay, okay, I get everything you saidI heard everything you said, butDid they actually get him?Did they die before Christmas?Righteous*, it ain't dopeWe wishin' they doSanta Claus, help with the guys!Where they at?
