Shitty Christmas

[Intro: StanWill]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Shit, merry Christmas
All these hoes, haha

[Verse 1: StanWill]
All these hoes on me like I'm Santa Claus
When they need a bucket, they give Stan the ball
When it come to business, I be standin' tall
Ever since I upped the hitstick on him, he ain't ran the ball
Bitch thought she heard "Jingle Bells," it's the Hutch pendants
I ain't never get my balance back, I guess I'm stuck trippin'
They can never see it how I see it, 'cause the buffs tinted
Need some reindeer how I slay hoes
Brodie keep a script like he play roles
I hit four stores, boy, that's eight phones
Treat him like it's somethin' in his eye and get his face blown
One room, three hoes, bitch, I'm too jolly
My bitch want an ass, we gon' cop a new body
I ain't in your bitch, I'm in the stu' probably
It'll be a cold day in hell if they hear you shot me

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Well, every Christmas time, when times get hard, I'm like the Grinch
I told that ho to wait her turn, made that bitch sit the bench
I feel like Santa how I'm floatin' in the whip
Christmas comin' up, you know I got a brick on top my list, yeah
It be cold outside, I keep the heater on me
Janky promoter, we threw that boy a party, I don't know him
You be sneakin' around the crib, probably tip-toeing
I can buy my neighbor's house and put 'em out if they get annoying
I got a bag real big, my name Santa
Fifty of them thangs, we got 'em gone, not even braggin'
I'm in the field for real, you think this shit a game, this ain't Madden
I got twenty on me now, and it's so light, forgot I had it

[Interlude: StanWill]
Bitch

[Verse 3: StanWill]
It could be the summer, walkin' out of Hutch, it's wintertime
He just said it's beef, so now my killers think it's dinnertime
Cracked a pint of Wocky, now we energized
I be rockin' Christian, but your bitch say I give sinner vibes
They gon' think he festival, we find his house and light it up
Ain't no petty shopper, bitch, I walk in Saks and buy it up
The ladder to success what I be climbin' up
Jealous how we add it up, got niggas tryna minus us

[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
We outside in the summer and the wintertime
We don't wait 'til it get cold, we forever grind
I let the weed talk for me, I don't even write my rhymes
Picked her up a Benz, she went home in the Uber ride
I'm in a Nike Tech, these my play clothes
Finna make a thirty before five and take it back home
Then around six o'clock, we went and poured a four
Couple thousand, that ain't shit, we probably bet that on the ten-to-four