Dissember

He say he want smoke, that's why I'm coming down his chimney
Delivering hallows to your home and that's the Christmas spirit
I'm finna deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa La La La La
Cause this the Christmas to be jolly
Bra ta ta ta ta ta ta
Covered him in red, now he looking like he Santa
He wanted all the smoke and now lil Nigga got cancer
I tote a big glizzy, decorate it with some ornaments
She give me sloppy top and after that, tell her to call her friends
She a bad bitch, red nose, I think she Rudolph
He had too much candy cane, I knock a Nigga tooth off
He think it's sweet
Knocking at his door like it be trick or treat
Damn, that's Halloween, man I don't know, I just be high as shit
Posted on his block
When he came and then he saw us we left him in shock
Like I wrapped him in some wires
Like I wrap all them gifts
Cause everyone's a rapper now, shit, that's how it is
And I fuck on your Sis
(Gang! Gang!! Gang!!!)
Run into your crib like everybody get down, it's the fucking FBI
See my face I like to frown but my choppa like to smile
And my choppa acting stubborn, yeah my choppa acting wild
Don't nobody make no sound, when we slide
We like it quite
Hollows out the choppa got 'em niggas salsa dancing
Pull up to their block and turn they ass to Michael Jackson
Cause they on the internet cracking jokes like they Michael blackson
Glock upon my hip, don't you think this bitch for fashion
You fuck with me and Tisan it's gon be a "MURDER IN THE MANSION"
This choppa know a lot of maths but only do subtraction
Just so you know I like my Benz big body And my bitches thick body
Think outside the box to feed the streets
bitch I feel like Ricch Roddy
Uh uh
Rap artist and pushing P so I'm getting rich properly
Your girlfriend in my Maserati and she gimme slurpy toppy
Set a trend and niggas copy, on my way they cannot stop me

Hallows eat a Nigga like the beast from Milwaukee
I'm gon turn the tables like I'm disc jockey
We slide fast, with ice like it's hockey
He threw shade, now he wanna switch the topic
You know it's time to slip and slide
When you hear them tambourines
Hop up in a sleigh
We gon hit him up my any means
Damn Nigga, you can see that you under the mistletoe
He want a date and now you gotta kiss the missile bro
On the first day of Christmas, my glizzy said to me
Let's go on a quest, let's go hunt for treasury
On the second day of Christmas, my bitch said to me
I got the drop on all them Niggas, said it sexually
Yeah, I'm in the studio blowing OG Reefer
I take your life away from you I give it back to Caesar
Trading, shout out to my brother CREEPER
He's the one to call when it's time to trade your gift cards
Yeah, Rip to BIG SCARR
Rip the biggest grim reaper



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Tisan
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