Lyrics:
I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
I got Charlie Brown
of you motherfuckers don't deserve sixteens
But, aye, congrats you high fashion
And did it with half passion
Turned our block parties to ceremonies without
in the crib watching sandlot
When I was right there out on the block
And I got my glocky I'ma keep me a tool
I'ma play it smooth but put a nigga
power you got to comply
Do what I say start calling me bae
Honor request without a delay
Whatever you say I'm trying to obey
Can't you tell I'm one
Went insane I went psychotic
Had to switch it up, got too melodic
Don't that bitch that "I can't love you, bitch I tried"
In her jaws like orthodontist
(Yuh)
Building a tower
You know that I'm knocking it
Gettin these compliments
Right when I'm walkin in
Talkin mad shit
But you know that I'm poppin
for your brothers as well
Giving is important because it helps others
Others strive off of what is giving to them by god
Once you give to others you
to the D E A D
You got the full clip
It's just cockin' empty
Ur the cock of the walk
But you walk too far
Now your cock's on the block
Of the boulevard
I'm
Yeah, it's good to be guaranteed
I got a place to crash after the bash
It's called home tonight and that's all right by me
And all the kids sing boy we
Treat me right
I'll treat you good
Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man
"Can he come out? Can he come out and slam a jam?
"I'm his number one
the one to lose your love
And I thought we were good aint good enough
I just really need some me and you stuff
Come and pull up on ya in my new truck
Slide
the first stuck
Too many on the same block, same talk
In fact they all probably cop from the same spot
I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it
you famous you get a crowd go head show out don't make it blank
Say what's the point ?
Got ni**ahs hopping on the stage tryna get paid not making noise
I'm in the zone
Bad to the bone
Aim at the throne
Like run it up
These suckas clones
Made it my own
Got my game sown
Now we run it up
Chico you know
got trap ways (Stacking Up Chips)
I got trap ways (Trap Ways)
I got trap ways (Trap)
Chopping them bricks like sensai
Ship you a pack you get it by
on the net
I would've put the niggas block and send shots right to his neck
Gotta think it twice, I ain't tryna spend my life right in the pen
Solid on the 10
[VERSE 1]
We hit too many left turns to make it right
My black fist and the peace sign now say goodnite
But Ima stay the fight laser light with
pit
But my sunglasses block out all the light
Yeah I'm out of sight
You broke me when you said you can't stay
You spoke free and it's better that way
money like a muthafucka
Serivng niggaz bags
Got the blocks all blowed up
The whole hood smoking
Got a pistol I ain't shot yet
So dude's wide open for it
ain't Tinder but I swipe left at you with a knife, in fact
Striking your back with a whole Viking axe
Tell Tech that it's time for the fire
Let me
outta control
Use to have a lotta love but I ain't got dat shit no mo
If u ain't my ol lady or my kids den u coming second every fukin time
U won't
the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash
beers
No, just one, we'll split it"
Then I said I'm guessin' that
You're probably not too bright
So read me back my order
Let's make sure you got it
and shit
She cut off her friends and shit
I ain’t looking for love lil bitch
Got the? it's freak lil bitch yeah, yeah
Now she wanna fuck the kid
Now she
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