Yung Sky - Sleigh Ride Through The Trap (feat. T1 & Ry2Fye) Lyrics

Yeah man
You already know what's going down
Yung Sky hit me up, said he needed a feature
You better turn up for your boys for the one time
T1
They say jingle bells
Well I say jingle smells
I'm tired of walking around this place, they call Slidell
Every time you ask a shorty, she know Tyrell
But shorty only want the money, she a clientele
Pull up to your crib with 5's, 10's, 20's
Putting lil boys in the cycle like some dirty laundry
Taking them out, put them back in, they still stink
This year might mess around, go to a ice skater rink
Shorty's walking around, acting like they super bad
But I got me a lil shorty and she super bad
We be chilling everyday, that make me super glad
You know these lil boys hating on me, yeah they super fat
Yeah, you can catch me by the tree
Or by one of my houses, got my choices X, Y, Z
Remember them days, I didn't know what I was gonna eat
But now we chilling, plenty hunnids
What you want? just come ask me
Hol up, and you know I'm going in
On this track with my brothers, they my friends
Finna pass it off to Yung Sky, he going in
Mercedes Benz, you know what it is, yeah
You know I'm going in
These racks they big like Ben
I got all these big fans
You know I get them bands
Ballin' like Noah Fant
This all part of God's Plan
I cook heat in the pan
You know I am the man
You know I get all of these presents and they in my stocking
I get these bands from singin' rhymes, I'm never gonna clock in
My chimney full of cash, so Santa come to the door knocking
These shorties hit me up, Mutombo how I'm gonna be blocking
You know that Santa pass them presents like he is John Stockton
These people come to me, say Yung Sky when your album dropping?
These people watch my every move and say that they not stalking
These people say I'm trash, I get cash and they think it's shocking
Yeah they think it's shocking, I've been blowing up, no rocket
I don't even say nothing, I let the money do the talking
This track way too fire, no matter what this song feel like it's balking
This track way too fire and I wish that this was never stopping
Verse 2 is coming up, I think that I gotta go harder
The beat gon' throw in the white towel, how it is getting slaughtered
I bet lil shorty think I'm Santa by the gifts I bought her
I really don't open my mouth, my money is my talker
We puttin them lights all over the trap house
Callin' me Bill the way I get the Mac out
Run up on my elves and you finna black out
Call up Coach Gowland cuz we finna max out
I'm staying real jolly for good old Saint Nick
We go to your chimney and shoot it like Wick
Delivering presents but just with a stick
We stealin your spirit and leavein real quick
This song like a present the way we rappin
Run up on the crew and you won't know what happened
This talent a gift, the type Santa be bagging
These people still sleepin they never stop napping
We spraying them bullets out like it's a gift
I always been nice, man I stay on the list
We are the best rappers to ever exist
Santa gave me everything that I done wished
Alright, you really gon' put me in a track like that after going like that?
Alright so, and you gon put me last?
I guess I gotta carry the track you know
Alright, hello, a merry f*cking Christmas
Standing under mistletoe cause I really want some kisses
Like I don't even need it cause I'm on your hoe wish list
I don't care about the naughty list, we always sending disses
When it comes to the Christmas, yeah you know that I'm a Grinch
And these people super scary, they always go ahead and flinch
All my friends is looking like cause these people will always switch
If you don't like my verse, yeah you know I never miss
Cause this rapping shit, they ain't f*cking with it
I got a gun, knock 'em out his fitted
Ain't been the same since double digits
I spin the block like a f*cking fidget
You f*cking flexing, but your cars are rented
Got cash and Christmas, but I'm steady spending
Couldn't rap on that beat cause it ain't my style
Okay, you know I've go wild
I had all this money before Christmas
All these people always ask me how
That's one thing, you don't need to worry
I'm shooting shit like I'm f*cking Curry
I need new glasses my vision blurry
You a weird nigga, you f*cking furry
It's Christmas season, f*cking jingle bells
And I'm moving my sales
On to the top, I don't care if I fail
Winning shit, what the f*ck is an L?
Aight 'tis the season to be jolly
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Now f*ck, that shit, I'm just trying to get naughty
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Now Nick, don't leave with that Bacardi
I am trying to have fun
The time is now
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