The Santa Stalker

Dogs playing fetch
Really catch you and hound we can smell it
Swiper no foxing out where you dwelling
Throw a hand sign when he present
Really make em spell it
Rats in the set you might ride with the tellers
Greasy palms gon' they sly when they jealous
Moving strong make him fly like propellers
To them boys imma lie on my brothers
Enemy behind lines undercover
I can't rest I got lives with a mother
And they need a slice of mine plus another

We ain't have go half on a whole thing
Foam in that package like it's Rogaine
I ain't tryna live my life just hoping
Really stacking money just to cope mane
I can't say no names in these quote claims
If I drop a dime I'm a ghost damn
Celebrating Goofys they gon' toast lames
Uncle Sam top man in the dope game
They gon' say I'm crazy like they told Ye
Crabs in a barrel full of Old Bay
Chesapeake done set that trap like Olay
Cold game



Credits
Writer(s): Allan Koikoi
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