(Thats Chuks)
Every day it's Christmas, puttin' snow in a bowl
This that cooked crack, got them out in rows in the cold
I got hood cats takin' snowballs to the dome
To the face, till this house ain't a home
This my new trap, sittin' on the couch on the phone
To my hoodrat, enemies should leave me alone
Last one that saw me, I cut that f*cker to the bone
Jack Skellington, yeah bitch I'm bad to the bone
If it's up then it's stuck, I'm like a dog with a bone
I might pull up to your home and kill 2 birds with 1 stone
My lil shooter buss gun, he don't buss joke
I just need a plus one, second name smoke
Big smoke like Skep, they do him on the mains
This is London City, do the drillin' in the Range
Jack Skellington, ugly motherf*cker, I'm deranged
I can't put you in your place unless I rearrange your face
They rob, lie, steal, kill all for the money
I heard I got robbed and I thought it was a joke
I hope you get rich, I wanna see you in a double R
Just so I can make 'em put your thoughts in a Culi
Ap Skeleton, Cartier Skelly, I got that off shh
I took it off his wrist allegedly
This big gun is f*ckin' up your skeleton, the density
I ain't got no beef, them boys have put that shit to bed for me
Allegedly, smokin' on my own strains I need my mic louder
I ain't gettin' in no cars unless they're high power
Jack Skellington I'm steppin' on this white powder
I said, Jack Skellington I'm steppin' on this (white powder)
Every day it's Christmas, puttin' snow in a bowl
This that cooked crack, got them out in rows in the cold
I got hood cats takin' snowballs to the dome
To the face, till this house ain't a home
This my new trap, sittin' on the couch on the phone
To my hoodrat, enemies just leave me alone
Last one who saw me, I cut that f*cker to the
Jack Skellington, yeah bitch I'm bad to the bone
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(Thats Chuks)
Every day it's Christmas, puttin' snow in a bowl
This that cooked crack, got them out in rows in the cold
I got hood cats takin' snowballs to the dome
To the face, till this house ain't a home
This my new trap, sittin' on the couch on the phone
To my hoodrat, enemies should leave me alone
Last one that saw me, I cut that f*cker to the bone
Jack Skellington, yeah bitch I'm bad to the bone
If it's up then it's stuck, I'm like a dog with a bone
I might pull up to your home and kill 2 birds with 1 stone
My lil shooter buss gun, he don't buss joke
I just need a plus one, second name smoke
Big smoke like Skep, they do him on the mains
This is London City, do the drillin' in the Range
Jack Skellington, ugly motherf*cker, I'm deranged
I can't put you in your place unless I rearrange your face
They rob, lie, steal, kill all for the money
I heard I got robbed and I thought it was a joke
I hope you get rich, I wanna see you in a double R
Just so I can make 'em put your thoughts in a Culi
Ap Skeleton, Cartier Skelly, I got that off shh
I took it off his wrist allegedly
This big gun is f*ckin' up your skeleton, the density
I ain't got no beef, them boys have put that shit to bed for me
Allegedly, smokin' on my own strains I need my mic louder
I ain't gettin' in no cars unless they're high power
Jack Skellington I'm steppin' on this white powder
I said, Jack Skellington I'm steppin' on this (white powder)
Every day it's Christmas, puttin' snow in a bowl
This that cooked crack, got them out in rows in the cold
I got hood cats takin' snowballs to the dome
To the face, till this house ain't a home
This my new trap, sittin' on the couch on the phone
To my hoodrat, enemies just leave me alone
Last one who saw me, I cut that f*cker to the
Jack Skellington, yeah bitch I'm bad to the bone
Every day it's Christmas, puttin' snow in a bowl
This that cooked crack, got them out in rows in the cold
I got hood cats takin' snowballs to the dome
To the face, till this house ain't a home
This my new trap, sittin' on the couch on the phone
To my hoodrat, enemies should leave me alone
Last one that saw me, I cut that f*cker to the bone
Jack Skellington, yeah bitch I'm bad to the bone
If it's up then it's stuck, I'm like a dog with a bone
I might pull up to your home and kill 2 birds with 1 stone
My lil shooter buss gun, he don't buss joke
I just need a plus one, second name smoke
Big smoke like Skep, they do him on the mains
This is London City, do the drillin' in the Range
Jack Skellington, ugly motherf*cker, I'm deranged
I can't put you in your place unless I rearrange your face
They rob, lie, steal, kill all for the money
I heard I got robbed and I thought it was a joke
I hope you get rich, I wanna see you in a double R
Just so I can make 'em put your thoughts in a Culi
Ap Skeleton, Cartier Skelly, I got that off shh
I took it off his wrist allegedly
This big gun is f*ckin' up your skeleton, the density
I ain't got no beef, them boys have put that shit to bed for me
Allegedly, smokin' on my own strains I need my mic louder
I ain't gettin' in no cars unless they're high power
Jack Skellington I'm steppin' on this white powder
I said, Jack Skellington I'm steppin' on this (white powder)
Every day it's Christmas, puttin' snow in a bowl
This that cooked crack, got them out in rows in the cold
I got hood cats takin' snowballs to the dome
To the face, till this house ain't a home
This my new trap, sittin' on the couch on the phone
To my hoodrat, enemies just leave me alone
Last one who saw me, I cut that f*cker to the
Jack Skellington, yeah bitch I'm bad to the bone
Writer: Jamel Bousbaa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group