All I Want for Christmas

[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
Huh (Huh)
Huh, huh, huh, Clout Boyz
Huh, Fly Boy Gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh, let's get it (Let's get it)
All I want for Christmas (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Cook a nigga like a biscuit (Huh, huh)
All I want for Christmas (Huh, huh, huh)
Is to get you oppers off my hit list, ayy

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & FBG Cash]
All I want for Christmas is a thirty in the slammer
And I wanna see the guys freed out the slammer
Wanna see these opp-ass niggas get fanned up
Claimin' that fuck shit, [?] fuck nigga [?]
All I want for Christmas is to fuckin' free the guys
And I want a brick, yeah, a key, yeah, a pie
All I want for Christmas is to smoke a quarter pound
And I want a crate of guns, I want 'em right now (It's Cash, it's Cash)

[Verse 1: FBG Cash]
All I want for Christmas is the beam on the choppers (The twenty-fifth)
Some shells for the Glock and a vest for the oppers (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
All I want for Christmas is my nigga Boss Trell back (BT, Boss Trell, Boss Trell)
Niggas, they be fakе, I can't relate, but you could tell that (Trap Monеy Trell)
Every day is Christmas, Clout Boyz business (Clout Boyz)
Comin' down the chimney with that semi like I'm Nicholas (But you don't get no presents)
All I know is jug, jug, finesse the plug (The plug)
Santa wa'n't comin', so I got it with my gun (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Tell 'em free the guys locked up for doin' crime (Brick, Cee Ball, Wee Wee, Big Chick, let's get it)
I hope Cee Ball gon' beat his case, know bro don't want that time (Huh)
All I want for Christmas is a bag full of money (That bag)
Have my shooters come and do you 'cause you know they be on dummy, gang (You know you won't last)

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & FBG Cash]
All I want for Christmas is a thirty in the slammer
And I wanna see the guys freed out the slammer (Let's get it)
Wanna see these opp-ass niggas get fanned up (You know how I'm rockin')
Claimin' that fuck shit, [?] fuck nigga [?] (Let's get it)
All I want for Christmas is to fuckin' free the guys (063)
And I want a brick, yeah, a key, yeah, a pie
All I want for Christmas is to smoke a quarter pound
And I want a crate of guns, I want 'em right now

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
All I want for Christmas is that bag like Santa (I need that bag)
Real shit, a young nigga tryna get his bands up
I be flexin', so the opps can't stand us
And I forgot I want a thirty in my hammer
I don't really care, though, free the guys outta jail, ho
My money Yao Ming, your money short like elves, though
The opps gettin' changed and niggas gettin' slain here
Robin jeans with the wings, we flyer than a reindeer
We light shit up like Christmas trees, when we let them pistols go
Hollow points like missiles, Joe, guaranteed to hit you, so
He mad over a bitch, I ain't even get to hit that ho
You can kiss my .40 if you standin' by a mistletoe

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
All I want for Christmas is a thirty in the slammer
And I wanna see the guys freed out the slammer
Wanna see these opp-ass niggas get fanned up
Claimin' that fuck shit, [?] fuck nigga [?]
All I want for Christmas is to fuckin' free the guys
And I want a brick, yeah, a key, yeah, a pie
All I want for Christmas is to smoke a quarter pound
And I want a crate of guns, I want 'em right now

[Outro: FBG Dutchie]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, ayy
Ayy, bitch, I want 'em right now
All I want for Christmas is tell them boys to free the guys
And I want the work: quarter, key, and a pie