sh*tty Christmas lyrics

[Intro: StanWill]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
sh*t, 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
b*tch 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, b*tch, I'm too jolly
My b*tch want an ass, we gon' cop a new body
I ain't in your b*tch, 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 b*tch 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 sh*t a game, this ain't Madden
I got twenty on me now, and it's so light, forgot I had it
[Interlude: StanWill]
b*tch

[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 b*tch say I give sinner vibes
They gon' think he festival, we find his house and light it up
Ain't no petty shopper, b*tch, I walk in Saks and buy it up
The ladder to success what I be climbin' up
Jealous how we add it up, got n*ggas 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 sh*t, we probably bet that on the ten-to-four