Baby Grinch
(Grra!)
(Gang, gang)
(I just bought a brand new choppa, it's feeling like)
(Ziro!)
(Suck my dick pussy, the fuck?)
On bro, I just bought a brand new choppa, it's feeling like Christmas (Like Christmas)
Don't tell me to chill, I'm grinching
Red for the glock, green dot on the smith and (Boom, boom)
Like Santa, creeping through his kitchen
Big GMR trying to run up them digits (On bro)
Can't lack, gotta stay on my pivot
This shit not a game, so don't think I'm kidding
The gang swinging through trying to fuck up ya Christmas
We ain't decking the halls with no holly
Deck you in ya jaw, send you to the lobby (Grra!)
You feel a way? Come find me
Better think twice, I'm toting Armani (Armani)
The beam on his face, got em' looking like Rudolph
Caught em' outside, turn em' to a dasher (Skrtt)
Lil bra thought I was a lacker, run in the crib and you going with Casper
It be feeling like Christmas (On bro), When I only see money and violence (On bro!)
Stop ducking n, stop hiding
Call up a thotty, she ready to line em'
Fuck Saint Nick, I'm coming like Krampus (Like Krampus)
I'm a reaper, I'm really a problem
Just me and the gang like we on a island
Try to run up and get put in a stocking (Get put in a stocking, Grra!)
Shordy got me on her Christmas list (On bro)
On bro, go dumb on the dick
Go dumb, go dumb, she shaking her hips
Roll me up a marley, I'm high as a bitch, aye
I'm clicking the gun til' my wrist ache
Throw it to bro like Chris and Blake
Coming down the chimney, Nick Saint
You dissing? Then you gon' need a cane (A cane)
No candy (Grra!)
Ziro going broke, I can't be
Dissing the gang, you dumber than Bambi
He caught a shot, he was getting too fancy
Throw up a four and I throw up a G (4G)
No wifi, I'm connecting the beam
What he said? "6 feet under a tree"
That n a gift, wrap em' like a beat (That n a gift, wrap em' like a beat, Grra!)
I just bought a brand new choppa, it's feeling like Christmas (Like Christmas)
Don't tell me to chill, I'm grinching
Red for the glock, green dot on the smith and (Boom, boom)
Like Santa, creeping through his kitchen
Big GMR trying to run up them digits (On bro)
Can't lack, gotta stay on my pivot
This shit not a game, so don't think I'm kidding
The gang swinging through trying to fuck up ya Christmas
We ain't decking the halls with no holly
Deck you in ya jaw, send you to the lobby (Grra!)
You feel a way? Come find me
Better think twice, I'm toting Armani (Armani)
The beam on his face, got em' lookin like Rudolph
Caught em' outside, turn em' to a dasher (Skrtt)
Lil bra thought I was a lacker, run in the crib and you going with Casper
(It be feeling like Christmas, When I only see money and violence)
(Stop ducking n, stop hiding)
(Call up a thotty, she ready to line em')
(Fuck Saint Nick, I'm coming like Krampus)
(I'm a reaper, I'm really a problem)
(Just me and the gang like we on a island)
(Try to run up and get put in a stocking)
(Gang)
(Gang, gang)
(I just bought a brand new choppa, it's feeling like)
(Ziro!)
(Suck my dick pussy, the fuck?)
On bro, I just bought a brand new choppa, it's feeling like Christmas (Like Christmas)
Don't tell me to chill, I'm grinching
Red for the glock, green dot on the smith and (Boom, boom)
Like Santa, creeping through his kitchen
Big GMR trying to run up them digits (On bro)
Can't lack, gotta stay on my pivot
This shit not a game, so don't think I'm kidding
The gang swinging through trying to fuck up ya Christmas
We ain't decking the halls with no holly
Deck you in ya jaw, send you to the lobby (Grra!)
You feel a way? Come find me
Better think twice, I'm toting Armani (Armani)
The beam on his face, got em' looking like Rudolph
Caught em' outside, turn em' to a dasher (Skrtt)
Lil bra thought I was a lacker, run in the crib and you going with Casper
It be feeling like Christmas (On bro), When I only see money and violence (On bro!)
Stop ducking n, stop hiding
Call up a thotty, she ready to line em'
Fuck Saint Nick, I'm coming like Krampus (Like Krampus)
I'm a reaper, I'm really a problem
Just me and the gang like we on a island
Try to run up and get put in a stocking (Get put in a stocking, Grra!)
Shordy got me on her Christmas list (On bro)
On bro, go dumb on the dick
Go dumb, go dumb, she shaking her hips
Roll me up a marley, I'm high as a bitch, aye
I'm clicking the gun til' my wrist ache
Throw it to bro like Chris and Blake
Coming down the chimney, Nick Saint
You dissing? Then you gon' need a cane (A cane)
No candy (Grra!)
Ziro going broke, I can't be
Dissing the gang, you dumber than Bambi
He caught a shot, he was getting too fancy
Throw up a four and I throw up a G (4G)
No wifi, I'm connecting the beam
What he said? "6 feet under a tree"
That n a gift, wrap em' like a beat (That n a gift, wrap em' like a beat, Grra!)
I just bought a brand new choppa, it's feeling like Christmas (Like Christmas)
Don't tell me to chill, I'm grinching
Red for the glock, green dot on the smith and (Boom, boom)
Like Santa, creeping through his kitchen
Big GMR trying to run up them digits (On bro)
Can't lack, gotta stay on my pivot
This shit not a game, so don't think I'm kidding
The gang swinging through trying to fuck up ya Christmas
We ain't decking the halls with no holly
Deck you in ya jaw, send you to the lobby (Grra!)
You feel a way? Come find me
Better think twice, I'm toting Armani (Armani)
The beam on his face, got em' lookin like Rudolph
Caught em' outside, turn em' to a dasher (Skrtt)
Lil bra thought I was a lacker, run in the crib and you going with Casper
(It be feeling like Christmas, When I only see money and violence)
(Stop ducking n, stop hiding)
(Call up a thotty, she ready to line em')
(Fuck Saint Nick, I'm coming like Krampus)
(I'm a reaper, I'm really a problem)
(Just me and the gang like we on a island)
(Try to run up and get put in a stocking)
(Gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Zion Robinson
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