Mr.Grinch

Straight from the top, Mr. Greenback, I'm a thief in the night, they know how I act
Stand over the town, damn, I love this view, I don't know where to go, a na can't choose
Just know I'm coming to a hood near you, walk up in the spot, I'm in the fridge too, when
I steal, I'm taking deli meat too, get under your tree, your gift's is me too

Big bag full of shit, I'm taking everything, I'm Mr. Grinch, they know it's me, I got a funky stench,
Hand in the Zaza bag, tryna get a hit, ooh, that's true, they know how I do, walk down your block
With a big Stroogaloo, everyone know me, bitch, who the fuck are you
I've been that na, you just another who,

Real talk, dead dogs, I'm a mean one
Fuckin hate Christmas, I'm a Scrooge if you ain't seen one
Yeah, fuck you, fuck all your little gifts, I'll come take all that shit
Ooh, it's that time of the year, so a na back
Swing through with the Slay, a who on my lap, think I seen some jewels,
Oh, that's a copy,
Sick Max on that na yeah that's my Doggy
we do this flockin shit for a hobby
Hit the wrong crib, that's a Christmas party
Reach into the bag, I just found a Glocky
Oh, they got a Switch, lay the whole party
Press one button, blew the whole party
Fuck this old Slay, I just found keys to this Rari
Yeah, this is right, Merry Christmas, na



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Writer(s): Trae Johnson
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