Yeezys for Christmas

I want Yeezys for Christmas A new grill for New Year's And I wanna be famous I wanna hear all the cheers I want Yeezys for Christmas A new grill for New Year's And I swear I'll be famous I'm gonna hear the cheers I want Yeezys for Christmas And oh, I think that you miss this You use to be my misses 'Bout a year ago on my wishlist (huh) But I don't really care anymore You're only on this track ‘cause I like this flow I found a new honey now I'm ‘bout to blow up, gonna snatch that crown Like it's something I founded And I’m so astounded By all the love that I got for my EP The darkness is gone life is easy I'm doing what I love I feel breezy Dear Santa I want some Yeezys Blue tint are the ones that'll please me That's all that I'm asking this season Alright Santa, I'll give you a reason I've been nice, even when she want me naughty Got a black Gucci belt in karate I've been safe too, I don't want a daughter Or a son, I'm not fit to be a father yet And I've been so good to the people Putting on talent through the speakers Spreading love just to combat the evil Making music for a way I can speak through A sequel? You want a sequel Have a single man I'm working on the debut I could do this for the rest of my life Y'all already love project I gave you Making big moves all night in the studio Namos gonna be a name that'll soon be known I wanna work with Kanye, be his prodigy I ain't like these other artists, I'm an oddity It's the most wonderful time of the year Layers on layers on layers to flex the gear BikkoBrand getting big on my behalf Now make some room while I flex all of my Raf I want Yeezys for Christmas A new grill for New Year's And I wanna be famous I wanna hear all the cheers I want Yeezys for Christmas A new grill for New Year's And I swear I'll be famous I'm gonna hear the cheers Bikko Gang 'bout to break out on the beat Put that pussy in the oven, that’s a baked treat Sugasaurus on that motherfucking track boy Buy a bowl, learn to motherfucking pack boy We were lost, but nah now we thriving though Dab down after school, no driving though Trappin’ coils, smoking gas, I’m in the high life Got me out like an unplugged nightlight Going hard like it’s motherfucking fight night Eyes low, going motherfucking night night Trappin’ everything to count up the checks Ford flex, Infinex, Bikko next (yuh) Bikko, where the tree though? (where?) Trappin’ all this dank by the kilo (trap) Memphis with the juke got me tip toe (huh) Pass this shit let the Rooster crow (ahh!) Imma fuck your bitch in a sauna (oo) Hit it so hard call it blunt force trauma (ah) If you fuck with us then you a goner On a Namos track? Shit that's an honor (hey) Sugas got ghosted And now he ghosts dabs Spend Christmas in London And New Years in France We livin’ the high life You know how it be If you bumpin' with Namos Then life is easy Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my friends I felt kinda giving and the giving never ends Ain't that right Young Jeff? Yeah that's right Namos Sittin' with my bros, starring at the sky I know they could look me dead in the eye And tell my everything, not a single lie I feel like a kid when Santa came Namos and Young Jeff, learn that name You can't bring us down, you can't tame Yeezys not for the money, not for the fame Reebok on your feet, thats a damn shame Young Jeff (aye!) I want Yeezys for Christmas A new grill for New Year's And I wanna be famous I wanna hear all the cheers I want Yeezys for Christmas A new grill for New Year's And I swear I'll be famous I'm gonna hear the cheers (Have a tree-mendous holiday!)