Santa
(P. Bell)
Skee, Z
Phew
Yeah, yeah
Let's go
Yeah, ayy
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 nigga dirtied up his Fanta
I done took off, know they ain't expect it, show me where that 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 dream 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 nigga 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 ten, 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 ten, ain't walkin' 'round with standard
Yeah, I'm in my own lane, I'm calling shots, just call me Major Payne
Don't make me up that button, frrt, I ain't got no aim
Yeah, I found a route, I pull these bracelets out, go straight to Johnny Dang
And 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 takin' somethin' from my trap, you better off robbin' bookies
Runnin' laps, that switch stay in my lap, bitch, I love playin' with fullies
Don't get me pissed off, nigga 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 ridin' round chasin' loot
Nigga losin' pape', his motion gone, I blame it all on you
These pussy-ass niggas hate me right or wrong, I put shit on the news
Right or wrong, put shit on the TV, no, 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 ten because this shit get creepy
This bitch, she bad, I think that ho a zombie by the way she eat me
For sure, nigga, we gon' give out lessons, know we do the teachin'
Take that nigga bitch and smack her ass, I give that ho a beatin'
And we steady runnin' up that bag, these niggas know we eatin'
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 nigga dirtied up his Fanta
I done took off, know they ain't expect it, show me where that 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 dream just like my name was Freddy, fuck the beat up, leave it messy (nigga)