Rare Boy Christmas

Okay, so this what we doing
It's a Rare Boy Christmas
Your bitch gone love, homeboys gone love it, they all gone love it
Uh, I jingle her bells
Free all them niggas lock in them cells
All them niggas who ain't got a bail
I be making her scream and yell
When I hit, I say my farewells
I'm a hustler I try to make sales
Got her running, like a gazelle
I think her pussy casting spells
Nobody could do it like me
Nobody could do it like us
We ride in a foreign truck, you ride on the city bus
Give it to me I'm too clutch
Need a beat ima hit up clutch
Get back no you can't touch
Going up no need to rush, got him jumping like double dutch
I like smoking the loudest of kush
Old bitches want to stay in touch
I got money but it ain't enough
Hoes gone hoes, that's why I don't cuff
These niggas ain't real
No, these niggas ain't tough
All they do is bluff, that's enough stop it
Having coins since a Lil jit
Always had the freshest of fits
Had all the bitches like Brad Pitt
I can't trust shit everybody counterfeit
But getting this money I ain't gone never quit
When I get on the track you know it's a hit
Young nigga just tryna get rich
We stay on that rare shit
Uh, bitch
We making hit, after hit, after hit, after hit, after hit
Aye Merry Christmas mane
All the rare boys all the rare girls Merry Christmas, I love yall
Y'all keep fucking with me I'm a keep fucking with yall