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Where was y’all at

Y’all niggas ain’t show up

Puffin alone

And sippin on flavor

Gonna be the best

Got no

Time for fake love

If i hop on your

nights in the rain praying it will happen
There's no time to waste gotta make it happen

you try to force your will
You get broken down inside
My presence gift wrapped my pride
It ain’t even Christmas time
I was taught grind 9 to 9
Dont get

on sight, whether it's dawn, night time, or broad day.
I'm into genocide so you don't wanna claim sets. I'll rob a bank the day I'm supposed to get my

Derry fell thru door it was scary he 
Said he'll snap his neck for free
 
My dna is turning pink
Unlike your christmas tree
Burnin all these tidins

tryna' get loose 
We been outside for the weekend, swimming through the deep end, not no pool 
Only come out when the sun down, every time I touchdown I be

brothers swing
Like we at top golf
So I wish a nigga would try
Na fuck that
I'm just wishin' for a good time
We got models and bottles and good vibes
If you

ain't Christmas time, and you know my name ain't Santa
good Dope, don't step on it
In the trap with the chopsticks, not

the ones from the restaurant
In

a mental institution,
There for the restitution I had to pay
The drugs in there were fucking great;
It makes me wish I'd stayed insane.

Sane, sane! What's

This choppa make a nigga dance lil' nigga
I'm calling my niggas like Santa on Christmas
On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer nigga
My gun in my hand not my

force
Blow the motor out the engine
Stand up on the dashboard
Havin motion
Make him mad
But what the fuck
They mad for
I just used up all the cut
Rushed

a watch no time for you bitches
My bitch seen a call from a bitch I missed it
I was up at 16 ain't been rich since itching
Ion fuck with no beams hit a beat

to your cheek
Nigga it's cold outside you dead as fuck you up in the street
Eatin ass in the street

She my ride my dick like a sleigh
Ya right in time for

rookie
I'm the GOAT, the fuck you mean
Been rappin' for a long time, pain in my notepad
Too much paint on my notepad

You a damn lame, can't condone that

Fire for cold sleep
A glimpse of unreal
These full festive feels
The letters are red and the turkeys a steal

Gluttony calls
In great consumer wars

Like the gifts I never had for Christmas I am forever rapping
Rapping till this music unwrap my momma a mansion
Drink your water cactus I know you

ruminate
You lift me and drop me hard on the saddest boulevard, yeah

If I could travel back in time
All I'd do is keep you mine
Be a better guy for you
Be

It's beginning to smell a lot like pumpkin
In every grocery store
All the scariest things to be in my olfactory
Make me run for the door
A bowl

for the other shoe to fall
I know it's gotta end, I want you to make the call
So come on over here tonight
While you were in Carolina I hung up

that I'm livin' right
Cause I'd die for this shit, killin' shit, I'm infamous
Shit, I like to think I'm lyrical, these hits I make is critical

Limit is

a hit your folks, it make the scene look tragic
I like how niggas want that smoke but do not fuck with static
Last time I checked a pussy nigga, he ducked

Main man, cross me out for a better ticket
You know what I did, you know I'ma keep it pimpin
Next time I seen him, it wasn't even worth mentionin
Now

Christmas
TLU yo bitch done been there and did it
She graduated wit flying colors she wit it
Syrup sipping and I'm swishing the Tristan
Made 10,000 a hundred

Ten niggas, one glock, we can get busy And yo hoe on my fuckin' cock make the lick me I am not for the dumb shit stupid bitch, you silly Countin' up