Santa Lyrics
Yeah, I got a big bag on me, bitch, I feel like Santa
Yeah, the way we bring that chicken in we look like some scammers
She tryna kick it Kung-Fu Panda
Pull them bands out on camera
We get shit lit just like a candle
My n**** dirtied up his Fanta
I done took off, no, they ain’t expect this
Show me where the check is
Stay on your pivot, know this shit get hectic
We stay well protected
Your lil’ bitch eat me up just like spaghetti
We get to that fetti
I’m in her dreams just like my name was Freddy
Fuck the beat up, leave it messy
Yeah, I got a big bag on me, bitch, I feel like Santa
Yeah, the way we bring that chicken in we look like some scammers
She tryna kick it Kung-Fu Panda
Pull them bands out on camera
We get shit lit just like a candle
My n**** dirtied up his Fanta
Yeah, scrape the pot I think I broke my wrist from whippin’ Arm & Hammer
Walked outside I just made me a 10 but can’t forget the blammer
I get groovy bitch my life a movie better not change the channel
I got buttons on my Glizzy 10 ain’t walkin’ ’round with Santa
I’m in my own lane I’m calling shots just call me Major Payne
Don’t me up that button, “frrrr”, I ain’t got no aim
I find a rod I pull these braces, I got straight to Johnny Dang
They talkin’ down like I won’t make it I just look how far I came
Please don’t call my phone, bitch, not right now I’m in here baking cookies
Think ’bout taking something from my trap you better off robbing bookies
Running laps that switch stay in my lap, bitch, I love playin’ with fullies
Don’t get me pissed off, n****, think he big dog, I love killin’ bullies
I don’t give a fuck, you with your boo I’m smackin’ frenchies too
Beat that pussy up can’t stay for long, I’m riding ’round chasing loot
N**** losin’ papers motion gone, I blame it all on you
These pussy ass n***** hate me right or wrong I put shit on the news
Right or wrong put shit on the TV know them boys can’t see me
I’m in the booth right now I’m on that gas it got me gettin’ sleepy
When we poppin’ out we stay on 10 because this shit get creepy
That bitch she bad I think that hoe a zombie by the way she eat me
Fasho’ n**** we gon’ give out lessons know we do the teachin’
Take that n**** bitch and smack her ass, I give that hoe a beating
And we steady running up that bag these n***** know we eating
Jump up on that mic, I snap on beats, I do it for no reason
Yeah, I got a big bag on me, bitch, I feel like Santa
Yeah, the way we bring that chicken in we look like some scammers
She tryna kick it Kung-Fu Panda
Pull them bands out on camera
We get shit lit just like a candle
My n**** dirtied up his Fanta
I done took off, no, they ain’t expect this
Show me where the check is
Stay on your pivot, know this shit get hectic
We stay well protected
Your lil’ bitch eat me up just like spaghetti
We get to that fetti
I’m in her dreams just like my name was Freddy
Fuck the beat up, leave it messy