Ho Ho Ho (feat. JGuapo)
Ho Ho Ho, I'mma count 'em like I'm Santa
Flyin' in the sky, I park the sleigh up in Atlanta
Shittin' on my haters, you can say I need some pampers
Shittin' on my haters, you can say I need some manners
Man, the man that's in the sleigh, yeah, he givin' me them gifts
And I hop up on the track and you already know who it is
Me and Skinner, we like Santa's elves, we go and do our biz
Yeah, you know we goin' crazy when it's on the 25th
Christmas Day, I wake up, the presents under the tree
Yeah, I'm lookin' at the tag and they all given to me
Yeah, I'm lookin' out the window and snow is all I see
Yeah, today I'm gon' be ballin' like Curry shootin' from three
Yeah, Santa called me on the phone, he said they want my digits
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a damn about these bitches
Yeah, me and Skinner, you know that we takin' care of business
So I hung up on the phone and then I went and shot a witness
Yeah, I shot a witness, yeah, I got my new toy
And this bitch come to me talkin' about some new boy
And I know that you gonna play him like a new toy
But I'm glad that you left me, I got some new joy, damn
You know I'm goin' crazy on the beat, I'm goin' ham
Yeah, you know I'm with the fam I'm eatin' turkey, eatin' ham
Yeah, you know I open presents by the tree, I'm with the fam
Yeah, I can't open up IG, all I'm gonna see is spam
People give me money, why? Man that's a duplicate
You hop on the track, me and Skinner be like who is this?
You think you can hang with me, you gotta be confused a bit
You think that you can hang with Skinner, man, you is the stupidest
Ho, Ho, Ho, I'ma count 'em like my flows
Too many, who know, I'ma change it like clothes
Or my hoes, cause they different colors, like some snow cones
Too many flows, who know
From the NO, I'm chillin' in the North Pole, though
That's the MP, who you know, you playin' like a NPC on my TV
Get a $200 gift, bitch, I toss it
Come to me with that broke shit, stop the nonsense
I swear that I live on the nice list, never off it
Hoes they come to me, I guess they tryna hit a bop it like
Ho, Ho, Ho, got three bitches
Who you know get more digits?
I been on your hoes' wish list
I'm what she want for Christmas
She want me to make her my mistress
She want me to take her time this Christmas
On your mind, you know I'm too consistent
Too persistent yeah, it's Christmas
Flyin' in the sky, I park the sleigh up in Atlanta
Shittin' on my haters, you can say I need some pampers
Shittin' on my haters, you can say I need some manners
Man, the man that's in the sleigh, yeah, he givin' me them gifts
And I hop up on the track and you already know who it is
Me and Skinner, we like Santa's elves, we go and do our biz
Yeah, you know we goin' crazy when it's on the 25th
Christmas Day, I wake up, the presents under the tree
Yeah, I'm lookin' at the tag and they all given to me
Yeah, I'm lookin' out the window and snow is all I see
Yeah, today I'm gon' be ballin' like Curry shootin' from three
Yeah, Santa called me on the phone, he said they want my digits
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a damn about these bitches
Yeah, me and Skinner, you know that we takin' care of business
So I hung up on the phone and then I went and shot a witness
Yeah, I shot a witness, yeah, I got my new toy
And this bitch come to me talkin' about some new boy
And I know that you gonna play him like a new toy
But I'm glad that you left me, I got some new joy, damn
You know I'm goin' crazy on the beat, I'm goin' ham
Yeah, you know I'm with the fam I'm eatin' turkey, eatin' ham
Yeah, you know I open presents by the tree, I'm with the fam
Yeah, I can't open up IG, all I'm gonna see is spam
People give me money, why? Man that's a duplicate
You hop on the track, me and Skinner be like who is this?
You think you can hang with me, you gotta be confused a bit
You think that you can hang with Skinner, man, you is the stupidest
Ho, Ho, Ho, I'ma count 'em like my flows
Too many, who know, I'ma change it like clothes
Or my hoes, cause they different colors, like some snow cones
Too many flows, who know
From the NO, I'm chillin' in the North Pole, though
That's the MP, who you know, you playin' like a NPC on my TV
Get a $200 gift, bitch, I toss it
Come to me with that broke shit, stop the nonsense
I swear that I live on the nice list, never off it
Hoes they come to me, I guess they tryna hit a bop it like
Ho, Ho, Ho, got three bitches
Who you know get more digits?
I been on your hoes' wish list
I'm what she want for Christmas
She want me to make her my mistress
She want me to take her time this Christmas
On your mind, you know I'm too consistent
Too persistent yeah, it's Christmas
Credits
Writer(s): Skylar Walsh, Jeremiah Skinner
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