It was the night before brismas
Before what?
Papa with the choppa and the cool
Did he say brismas?
Tryna put some * niggas on the news
Oh you tryna up the scope for Christmas?
Body bag and a Mac 11 on the bro wish list
Holidays turnin' off to some trees, we gon' smoke that nigga
Niggas askin' Santa Claus for us to stop spinnin'
I know you goin' to Granny House, I'm comin' down the chimney
Drop you to tell your mama I need a plate of chicken
Don't know about you but there are opps on my wish list
Paint the block red, big blood, bitch it's brismas
Mariah Care on Christmas, I hit airtime
Bought me a Glock but she know I want the switch on mine
Who ain't eatin' at the table this year, I can name bout nine
Name one off the top, then walk, lil' nine
* Ape, * Trey D, I said airtime
Throw that dyke when she coulda saved him off the ground
Stock on the cake cause it's Christmastime
Stock and cap on my face, I'm finna write it down
* niggas greener than a Grinch
Dance up when you see me, I'ma blitz
Catch a nigga out with his people takin' Christmas pics
Got the cameraman like, Goddamn, can't believe this *
Baby Drake like my elf, that's my health
My hot bitch on the plate, I gave her ass some mistresses
Oh * a mistletoe, ain't no kiss, bitch, next
Put this dick in a bowl, then your throat, that's your crest
Ay, that's what I do, that's what I do
Oh, 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 niggas
God ain't on his own, but we know what his wish is
God bring mist back so we can choke that nigga
* that back to the track, still bummin' down that chip
Still gon' drop your ass and ask your mama where my chicks
Still dead, I'm so my wish list
Hey, B's bitch is brisk, bitch
Slide with this chop after briskness is quality
And this bitch gon' burn, you ain't never wore a car
I'm on your wife's wish list and your baby mama
You don't ever slide, you be cold in your stock
Got these hoes on my wood like an ornament
Bro, I can't try to double back, gotta dance smack
Boy, this * ain't no play, you know what I'm finna say
His family like he gone, everybody get to eat today
You thought I was gon' say that he fat
And he'll talk with my cake-smokin' spats two times
Gifts under the tree, all for Kurt, no 3-5
Damn, that's * up
No, it's not, why? He died
Run off of your * like the Santa off of Friday
All I want for Christmas is the drop, then we slide
Girl, 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 said
I heard everything you said, but
Did they actually get him?
Did they die before Christmas?
Righteous
*, it ain't dope
We wishin' they do
Santa Claus, help with the guys!
Where they at?