Lyrics

This shit sound like some Christmas shit
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Santa asked me what I want for Christmas bitch I want a Glock
Gotta have a stendo for the clip cause I can't keep it stocked
Don't try to kick this dough lil boy I swear you better knock
I won't cap at 8 years old I saw a **** body drop
They say somebody call the cops
Bitches still fuck the opps
Trouble be lurking so I steady say that all my guns is popped
I was never on so how the fuck a **** finna flop?
You look at me like I'm a bitch
Fuck yo' bae, she act my momma could, give and talk
I told that bitch I'm Koochie Bob, told her to stop rappin''bout walkin'
Yeah, he be talkin' reckless, meet me at the store at twelve o'clock ( shhhhhhh, bow)
Brody got it handled, tell investigators get to talk
They gon' snatch me up, tell all them **** I don't wanna talk
He was talkin' reckless, tell them **** that it was his fault
Now they tryna go back in the past, lookin' at shit I bought
Playin' back surveillance cameras, tryna get a **** caught
That's why I don't beef with ****
Know this not the NFL, but they be callin' Chiefs on ****
Uncle 38, but he a kicker, do it like FIFA, ****
You be fuckin' all the ran through hoes
Just like, just like Mia Khalifa, ****
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
Bitch, you stankin', bitch, you stankin'
Fuck you, need to go and watch some Coochie Dell
Every time I'm out in public, hatin' ****
Bitch, I feel like Boosie, tell them bitches come and wipe me down
I don't fuck with white bitches, like my bitches brown
Bitch, I feel like Floyd, fuck it, go another round
Bitch, I'ma huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
Written by: Jordan D Boyle
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