Christmas Time
Tis the Christmas Time
All my homies so fly
We connect like Wi-Fi
I know it's Christmas time and all but we can still turn up right?
This my present for y'all right now
Last track of 2020
JD
Tis the Christmas time
All my homies so fly
Got yo shorty by me
We connect like Wi-Fi
Skirting doing drive-bys
We all in the front line
That boy never did a drill
He do one for the first time
Grab the mic I'm rocking out
Christmas time we popping now
Y'all hopped out and lit em up
I don't know what you talking bout
We were all up in the crib
Turning up at my house
We gon find em later on
Lil boy you better watch yo mouth
They see I'm a white guy
Say I can't do hip hop
Find him on the sidelines
He gon get his shit rocked
Always in the studio
Trynna make a big hit
When we find his spot
We drop the top and then I grab a stick
Pull up on his ass with the ak
This the big day
We gon spin em like a Beyblade uh
Y'all rappers plain no vacay
Need to vacate
When we hit em like the nae nae uh
Then y'all boutta run like first base
In the worst case
We gon end up in the same place uh
We'll be at the top in the same lane
In the same game
Trynna kick it with the main gang uh
Switching it up trynna get to this bag
I'm getting lit so these haters are mad
Holiday time but lil shawty still naughty
She still getting gifts even though she is bad
Lighting em up like we lighting the tree
I'm on the up I don't care what you think
Cause I'm still the goat but I ain't trynna boast
So just give me the crown and then I'll be the king
Tis the Christmas time
All my homies so fly
Got yo shorty by me
We connect like Wi-Fi
Skirting doing drive-bys
We all in the front line
That boy never did a drill
He do one for the first time
Grab the mic I'm rocking out
Christmas time we popping now
Y'all hopped out and lit em up
I don't know what you talking bout
We were all up in the crib
Turning up at my house
We gon find em later on
Lil boy you better watch yo mouth
Your girl is a ho ho ho, no Santa Claus
I've been making dough dough dough cause I'm the boss
I stay with this pole pole pole so screw off
Hit you in yo nose nose nose like Rudolph
Snow keeps coming down that shit be dripping like my necklace
Waiting for the moment like the morning when they restless
Running down the stairs and being met with all those presents
Then we get to eating like tradition we got 7 fish
Turn on the tv and every time it is the Christmas story
Got so many presents we about to need some inventory
I'm still in the stud I'm cooking tracks up in my laboratory
Then we feeling good cause that's the spirit running through our morning
I just sit back and watch everyone else get filled with joy
Vr, Xbox maybe sneakers everybody's getting toys
I know it won't last but for the moment ima stay like this
Get back in the stud I grab the mic and then I'm saying this
Tis the Christmas time
All my homies so fly
Got yo shorty by me
We connect like Wi-Fi
Skirting doing drive-bys
We all in the front line
That boy never did a drill
He do one for the first time
Grab the mic I'm rocking out
Christmas time we popping now
Y'all hopped out and lit em up
I don't know what you talking bout
We were all up in the crib
Turning up at my house
We gon find em later on
Lil boy you better watch yo mouth
All my homies so fly
We connect like Wi-Fi
I know it's Christmas time and all but we can still turn up right?
This my present for y'all right now
Last track of 2020
JD
Tis the Christmas time
All my homies so fly
Got yo shorty by me
We connect like Wi-Fi
Skirting doing drive-bys
We all in the front line
That boy never did a drill
He do one for the first time
Grab the mic I'm rocking out
Christmas time we popping now
Y'all hopped out and lit em up
I don't know what you talking bout
We were all up in the crib
Turning up at my house
We gon find em later on
Lil boy you better watch yo mouth
They see I'm a white guy
Say I can't do hip hop
Find him on the sidelines
He gon get his shit rocked
Always in the studio
Trynna make a big hit
When we find his spot
We drop the top and then I grab a stick
Pull up on his ass with the ak
This the big day
We gon spin em like a Beyblade uh
Y'all rappers plain no vacay
Need to vacate
When we hit em like the nae nae uh
Then y'all boutta run like first base
In the worst case
We gon end up in the same place uh
We'll be at the top in the same lane
In the same game
Trynna kick it with the main gang uh
Switching it up trynna get to this bag
I'm getting lit so these haters are mad
Holiday time but lil shawty still naughty
She still getting gifts even though she is bad
Lighting em up like we lighting the tree
I'm on the up I don't care what you think
Cause I'm still the goat but I ain't trynna boast
So just give me the crown and then I'll be the king
Tis the Christmas time
All my homies so fly
Got yo shorty by me
We connect like Wi-Fi
Skirting doing drive-bys
We all in the front line
That boy never did a drill
He do one for the first time
Grab the mic I'm rocking out
Christmas time we popping now
Y'all hopped out and lit em up
I don't know what you talking bout
We were all up in the crib
Turning up at my house
We gon find em later on
Lil boy you better watch yo mouth
Your girl is a ho ho ho, no Santa Claus
I've been making dough dough dough cause I'm the boss
I stay with this pole pole pole so screw off
Hit you in yo nose nose nose like Rudolph
Snow keeps coming down that shit be dripping like my necklace
Waiting for the moment like the morning when they restless
Running down the stairs and being met with all those presents
Then we get to eating like tradition we got 7 fish
Turn on the tv and every time it is the Christmas story
Got so many presents we about to need some inventory
I'm still in the stud I'm cooking tracks up in my laboratory
Then we feeling good cause that's the spirit running through our morning
I just sit back and watch everyone else get filled with joy
Vr, Xbox maybe sneakers everybody's getting toys
I know it won't last but for the moment ima stay like this
Get back in the stud I grab the mic and then I'm saying this
Tis the Christmas time
All my homies so fly
Got yo shorty by me
We connect like Wi-Fi
Skirting doing drive-bys
We all in the front line
That boy never did a drill
He do one for the first time
Grab the mic I'm rocking out
Christmas time we popping now
Y'all hopped out and lit em up
I don't know what you talking bout
We were all up in the crib
Turning up at my house
We gon find em later on
Lil boy you better watch yo mouth
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Writer(s): Nathan Dutton
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