Weird

Jingle bells

Bubba Kush smells

675 one ounce

My trap do numbers

Chickens all summers

But come back dawg we're out (Out)

My swag turned up, my swag got an amp

Your tramp seen the champ and her pussy got damp

Chickens with the stamp

I count so much money that my fingers got a cramp

If you're not with the camp I suggest you better vamp

I'm rollin' up the plant

Gucci Mane's an alien and you're not even ant

Never say can't ball, Kevin Durant

Camp shine like lamps, guns, grass game gramp

Crack an egg, that's my charm, like an omelette on my arm

'Cause my diamonds are my sons, yellow diamonds for my mom

He'll go to the prom, selling dope what I was doing

Lamborghini, Bimmer, Corvettes and my ten year class reunion

'Cause my flow so weird

Diamonds same color as Santa Claus' beard

Ho ho hoes, I think Santa Claus here ho

Dashing through the snow in my old school Chevrolet like

Over the hills we go, ****, I sold so much dope

My car got personality, the grille be smiling, honey

My rims are very charming and my leather seats are comfy

Gucci major money shawty, I get crazy cloudy

Have a baby by me prolly maybe I'll buy you an Audi

Maui wowie, stupid cloudy, loudy got me rowdy rowdy

Chevy Caprice '73, play Master P, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

Prints color Mariah Carey, if they're candid, ask me about it

Tell 'em that Big Gucci said it, so icy, get stupid with it

Drop top be passenger seat celebrity

Seven chains on so Gucci Mane shining heavily

Cocaine heavenly, soft white prejudice

All white bricks same colour as my necklace

My flow so weird

Diamonds same color as Santa Claus' beard

Ho ho hoes, I think Santa Claus here ho

Dashing through the snow in my old school Chevrolet like

Over the hills we go, ****, I sold so much dope

No crossover, jumper can't throw a slider

But Gucci Mane's a rider, slide by any Spider

Spiker, Viper, 'Vette with a rally striper

Tiger stripe pits in my house, ready to bite ya

Standard's way higher, don't have time to tie 'em

Cocaina fry 'em, gas don't cut the eye, uh

Bags full of Kushy, beg a pussy to push me

Bricky from the roofie, uses it for a cushion

Gushin', whippin', my watch is good lookin'

Attractive, handsome, damn, that bitch is lookin'

Gucci, admit it, realest that ever did it

Committed, my ceiling's on penny gutter and gritty

My flow so weird

Diamonds same color as Santa Claus' beard

Ho ho hoes, I think Santa Claus here ho

Dashing through the snow in my old school Chevrolet like

Over the hills we go, ****, I sold so much dope

Jingle bells

Bubba Kush smells

675 one ounce

My trap do numbers

Chickens all summers

But come back dawg we're out (Out, out)