Christmas Eve

Let the lil bitch get a pic, damn

Roof went missin' on Biscayne
Grown man, I don't play jit games
You call a nigga snitch, that ain't no lil thing
Nine out of ten, they gon' bust his brain
Got your haircut, like, catch this fade
Got a barber, but the chopper got a switchblade
I'ma push your shit all the way back this way
Told my girlfriend: Baby, I retired game
Waka Flocka molly, bring fire, fire, flame
Niggas ain't tired of dyin', I'm assumin'
I don't smoke with people, y'all probably be eatin' booty
Fuck that lame nigga Boosie, lookin' down on a young nigga gettin' skrilla
I used to look up to Boosie, he hate I got more bread, that old-head stupid
You don't even move like an OG
Couldn't sign me, so you got Koly, you know me
Alright, I switched, ain't a seafood type of dude, but I like fish
I'm on an all-night glitch, dropped a preview, a nigga seen me write all my shit
Fuckin' 'round, I might miss, tryna get close, I don't do no jits on hits

Bae, pull my dick out and spit on it
And suck it all up, then sit on it
Bae, pull my dick out and spit on it
And suck it all up, then sit on it
The molly so good, you need a little bit
These 'Raris go: Wee-wee (wee-wee)
See, Britney just turned to a kitty kat, she starin' at Miu Miu
Let her dripped in Miu Miu like a cat
I love to rap and get niggas whacked
Got ninety-nine racks, hunnid M's in chains
Hunnid thousand racks, ten million
Lord, He blessed you with good aim
And the world gon' end 'bout this chain
So clean, step on these shoes, I'll murder ya
Don't even happened to the ho, we been urgin' him