(chopped & screwed)
I could tell that he a rookie so this is how it's gon go
Ima creep around back, you go through the front
You ringing the bell, I'm loading the pump
I sneak through the window, once he opens up the door Ima put the shotty to his temple
You running in, tape up (dj effect)
(regular)
She know I'm da snow man
She let me hit from da back for a gram
So much drug money don't needa scam
Smoke till I look like i come from japan
I got that Taylor swift once u take a sniff
You gon come alive it make u dance
All of this ice on me money the snow man
I love making all these bands it's a romance
Only the family wit me don't got no friends .. uh
I just caught da pack wit both hands
I ball just like I'm ray rice cuz yea I like to fight but I ain't come from Oakland
Treat da trap house like it's 7/11 cuz we got da gas that's 24/7
Tax him for 28 he ain't my Bredrin
I served em was clutchin my weapon
Brrrr pow
He came wit his people so I'm sending shots at the crowd
So many fans like I'm at rolling loud
My first 50 bands it made my momma smile
These rappers washed boy don't talk bout the trap cuz you aint been there in a while
I checked from Florida to New York to chiraq my name ringing bells for miles
Got Different spots like a cow
You spent your Christmas praying for ya opps
I spent da holidays knockin em down
You was wit da cops I was on da blocks
I was in da trap now I'm callin shots
Went to jail I sat and made it back a boss-
Yall ran away and quit after you lost
We aint the same I ain't rat on my dawgs
You never went out on Christmas just to rob
You never stood up late night tryna think of a plan for you and your brothers to ball
You never ran off on a plug wit a bullet proof on cuz u know he shoot like John wall
You ain't go to class in the streets
He ain't gon blast no heat na I know he gon fall
I could smell pussy and I could tell that he a rookie so this is how it's gon go
Ima creep around back
You go thru front
You ringing the bell I'm loading the pump
I sneak through da window once he up open the door Ima put the shotty to his temple
You running in .. tape up his mouth and his hands
Lock the door and don't let nobody in
We searching the crib for the family and friends
Once the house clear we stick to da plan
Slap dat nigga wit da butt of the gun
Make em bleed till he show us the funds
I want the bands , I want the work, I want the gifts that he bought for his son
My heart cold... its what the game started
It's Christmas I ain't gon kill the boys father
Ima leave cookies and milk for Santa... I hope that he blesses your toddler
Now it's back to da block
Go and split the work wit da team this is how we steppin
Just another Christmas blessing u just got to flex wit the neighborhood legend
Now it's back to da block
Go and split the work wit da team this is how we steppin
Just another Christmas blessing u just got to flex wit the neighborhood legend
Gang gang gang Brrr powww aye gang yea
Neighborhood legend shit man gah damn man ooooo
Emoney the snow man uhhh yea
Whole lotta ghetto christmas shit bitch we used to rob yo shit nigga
Gang... powww brrrrrrrr
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(chopped & screwed)
I could tell that he a rookie so this is how it's gon go
Ima creep around back, you go through the front
You ringing the bell, I'm loading the pump
I sneak through the window, once he opens up the door Ima put the shotty to his temple
You running in, tape up (dj effect)
(regular)
She know I'm da snow man
She let me hit from da back for a gram
So much drug money don't needa scam
Smoke till I look like i come from japan
I got that Taylor swift once u take a sniff
You gon come alive it make u dance
All of this ice on me money the snow man
I love making all these bands it's a romance
Only the family wit me don't got no friends .. uh
I just caught da pack wit both hands
I ball just like I'm ray rice cuz yea I like to fight but I ain't come from Oakland
Treat da trap house like it's 7/11 cuz we got da gas that's 24/7
Tax him for 28 he ain't my Bredrin
I served em was clutchin my weapon
Brrrr pow
He came wit his people so I'm sending shots at the crowd
So many fans like I'm at rolling loud
My first 50 bands it made my momma smile
These rappers washed boy don't talk bout the trap cuz you aint been there in a while
I checked from Florida to New York to chiraq my name ringing bells for miles
Got Different spots like a cow
You spent your Christmas praying for ya opps
I spent da holidays knockin em down
You was wit da cops I was on da blocks
I was in da trap now I'm callin shots
Went to jail I sat and made it back a boss-
Yall ran away and quit after you lost
We aint the same I ain't rat on my dawgs
You never went out on Christmas just to rob
You never stood up late night tryna think of a plan for you and your brothers to ball
You never ran off on a plug wit a bullet proof on cuz u know he shoot like John wall
You ain't go to class in the streets
He ain't gon blast no heat na I know he gon fall
I could smell pussy and I could tell that he a rookie so this is how it's gon go
Ima creep around back
You go thru front
You ringing the bell I'm loading the pump
I sneak through da window once he up open the door Ima put the shotty to his temple
You running in .. tape up his mouth and his hands
Lock the door and don't let nobody in
We searching the crib for the family and friends
Once the house clear we stick to da plan
Slap dat nigga wit da butt of the gun
Make em bleed till he show us the funds
I want the bands , I want the work, I want the gifts that he bought for his son
My heart cold... its what the game started
It's Christmas I ain't gon kill the boys father
Ima leave cookies and milk for Santa... I hope that he blesses your toddler
Now it's back to da block
Go and split the work wit da team this is how we steppin
Just another Christmas blessing u just got to flex wit the neighborhood legend
Now it's back to da block
Go and split the work wit da team this is how we steppin
Just another Christmas blessing u just got to flex wit the neighborhood legend
Gang gang gang Brrr powww aye gang yea
Neighborhood legend shit man gah damn man ooooo
Emoney the snow man uhhh yea
Whole lotta ghetto christmas shit bitch we used to rob yo shit nigga
Gang... powww brrrrrrrr
I could tell that he a rookie so this is how it's gon go
Ima creep around back, you go through the front
You ringing the bell, I'm loading the pump
I sneak through the window, once he opens up the door Ima put the shotty to his temple
You running in, tape up (dj effect)
(regular)
She know I'm da snow man
She let me hit from da back for a gram
So much drug money don't needa scam
Smoke till I look like i come from japan
I got that Taylor swift once u take a sniff
You gon come alive it make u dance
All of this ice on me money the snow man
I love making all these bands it's a romance
Only the family wit me don't got no friends .. uh
I just caught da pack wit both hands
I ball just like I'm ray rice cuz yea I like to fight but I ain't come from Oakland
Treat da trap house like it's 7/11 cuz we got da gas that's 24/7
Tax him for 28 he ain't my Bredrin
I served em was clutchin my weapon
Brrrr pow
He came wit his people so I'm sending shots at the crowd
So many fans like I'm at rolling loud
My first 50 bands it made my momma smile
These rappers washed boy don't talk bout the trap cuz you aint been there in a while
I checked from Florida to New York to chiraq my name ringing bells for miles
Got Different spots like a cow
You spent your Christmas praying for ya opps
I spent da holidays knockin em down
You was wit da cops I was on da blocks
I was in da trap now I'm callin shots
Went to jail I sat and made it back a boss-
Yall ran away and quit after you lost
We aint the same I ain't rat on my dawgs
You never went out on Christmas just to rob
You never stood up late night tryna think of a plan for you and your brothers to ball
You never ran off on a plug wit a bullet proof on cuz u know he shoot like John wall
You ain't go to class in the streets
He ain't gon blast no heat na I know he gon fall
I could smell pussy and I could tell that he a rookie so this is how it's gon go
Ima creep around back
You go thru front
You ringing the bell I'm loading the pump
I sneak through da window once he up open the door Ima put the shotty to his temple
You running in .. tape up his mouth and his hands
Lock the door and don't let nobody in
We searching the crib for the family and friends
Once the house clear we stick to da plan
Slap dat nigga wit da butt of the gun
Make em bleed till he show us the funds
I want the bands , I want the work, I want the gifts that he bought for his son
My heart cold... its what the game started
It's Christmas I ain't gon kill the boys father
Ima leave cookies and milk for Santa... I hope that he blesses your toddler
Now it's back to da block
Go and split the work wit da team this is how we steppin
Just another Christmas blessing u just got to flex wit the neighborhood legend
Now it's back to da block
Go and split the work wit da team this is how we steppin
Just another Christmas blessing u just got to flex wit the neighborhood legend
Gang gang gang Brrr powww aye gang yea
Neighborhood legend shit man gah damn man ooooo
Emoney the snow man uhhh yea
Whole lotta ghetto christmas shit bitch we used to rob yo shit nigga
Gang... powww brrrrrrrr