Early Christmas lyrics

[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
(Scope, why you do this to me?)
(D. Will produced it)
Hm

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug & Ketchy the Great]
He playin' with his life, he don't really enjoy livin'
f*ckin' with the Plug, it's always gon' be an early Christmas
n*ggas out here sneak dissin', it's more than b*tches
I done made some gay straight then dunked they Christians
I just poured a pint and spilled a line on my Amiri denim
Pull up with them chops like my n*ggas work in Hell's Kitchen
We gon' make bail, we ain't gon' tell, we ain't like you n*ggas
You the type to beat the b*tch up 'cause she likеd my picture

[Verse 1: SaySoTheMac]
I'm the type of n*gga keep thе b*tch down 'til she blister
SaySoTheMac, I'm pimpin' on her sister
Old nice-ass n*gga, you the type of n*gga kiss her
I'm the type of n*gga send her on a mission

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
These exclusive type of fabrics, exotic drippin'
b*tch, every time you see me, I'm stuntin' different
Diamonds dancin' from a distance 'cause the cuts was different
I keep some big bank uchies stuffed in my denim
[Verse 3: Ketchy the Great]
Thinkin', "Free the gang", I've been poppin' them prescriptions
The Glock like a ratchet b*tch, it came with extensions
Stinc Team, Ling Ling, boppin' for the blue strips
White b*tch like Cool Whip, break her and boot the b*tch

[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
I be lovin' all my meet and greets with Ling Ling
We be totin' FNs equipped with Christmas beams
I don't like you poor-ass broke n*ggas' energy
Me Ben, Jackson, and Grant got good chemistry, the Plug

[Verse 5: Ketchy the Great]
Ayy, smoke exotic pack
n*ggas poppin', chopper put him in a bodybag
These n*ggas broke, they ain't never had no big racks
Pop an Oxy, got Cavalli on the name tag

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug & Ketchy the Great]
He playin' with his life, he don't really enjoy livin'
f*ckin' with the Plug, it's always gon' be an early Christmas
n*ggas out here sneak dissin', it's more than b*tches
I done made some gay straight then dunked they Christians
I just poured a pint and spilled a line on my Amiri denim
Pull up with them chops like my n*ggas work in Hell's Kitchen
We gon' make bail, we ain't gon' tell, we ain't like you n*ggas
You the type to beat the b*tch up 'cause she liked my picture