"ROB SANTA" lyrics

Frrat, frrat, frrat, frrat
Talkin' 'bout Glokk

I'm in Buckhead, spendin' thirteen thousand dollars top (Frrat)
Vamp, I'm fresh as hell, I'm finna pop my collar (Fresh as fuck)
Baby Life, bat logo, I'm slidin' up in public, huh (Slide)
I can't hang with rats, not no cap, get out that Charger (Frrat)
Bitch, I got that kit to get 'em cooked, callin' all my shots (Yeah, yeah)
Wet that block up with this carbon, shit ain't shootin' out water (Frrat, frrat)
Take the muzzle off that stick, that nigga's doin' too much barkin' (Pull up, off that stick)
Hop out, a five on five, I'm savage, might rip out your heart (Skrrt)
All that undercover snake shit that that boy doin', I'll kill a narc (Narc)
I'm in the TRX, this bitch take up two spots, I double-park (Yeah)
Dick, Slim Jim (Yeah), bitch, take off my kicks (Frrat)
Trackhawk with that trim (Trim), I used to ride with flip (Flip)
I was born in '03, but my soul from '96 (Frrat)
Stop playin' with them guns, my mama told me to work that drill (Stop playin' with them guns, frrat)
Traphouse, we be rollin' fingers, huh (Fingers)
Oh, he said fuck that rap, brung in the courthouse, straight to singin', huh (Frrat)
Nigga had popped a fent' (Fent'), nigga ass done died from seizure (Died)
My life, I protect, so if I got to, flee them, see them (Frrat, frrat)
Nightmare, I'm just trippin', huh
Jury just claimin' they mob, how the fuck go from mob to people? (Man, what's up?)
That shit made me mad, I'm finna come find you with this heater (Frr)
Boy, your whole fade'll come off when I bust this Desert Eagle (Bah)
J's, they at my door, they keep on knockin', they want that needle (Bah, bah, bah)
Man, I just wanted to take him down, I really ain't got no reasons (Yeah)
Drugs is in my bag, I got that pack off with my Visa (Drugs is in the bag)
Send my pack, you got to sell 'cause I sell nothin', fuck subpoena (Come on)
And my lil' plug in Everdale, it's Abigail, I need that reefer (Ha)
Really crazy, young nigga, I'll go rob Santa (Rob Santa)
You just got popped, your ass done changed the wrong channel (Bitch)
When I got locked up in that cage, I told them folks ain't I don't got no answer (Answer)
Nigga, fuck cancer (Frrat), and my roof got sun panels (Panels)
Glock all in my couch, creep (Creep)
Crackin' down on B-Whoa, they woke up the beast (Yeah)
Hittin' my shots, you two-for-three (Yeah), bingin' in that BNB
Stop, don't pray all the weak (Yeah)
Lose it, then it's find the key, I'ma bet they not as blind as me (Blind)
I send a hit, I can hear the screech (Yeah)
Shoot up birthday bash, Bandicoot, we crash (Crash)
I'm finna psych out 'cause I'm mad, I'm finna switch the mag (I'm finna psych out)
These rap niggas be some bitches, where your fuckin' dad? (Where)
Trigger-happy with them switches, I'm finna drop his ass, uh (Uh, yeah)
I just fucked 'round, shed a tear of joy (Frrat, frrat)
Big truck in the middle of the street, this shit like a convoy (Truck, truck)
My top shooter the biggest bitch, really ho, a tomboy (My top shooter)
Jason mask, I'll kill your ass and chop your arms off (Jason mask)

Yeah, talkin' 'bout Glokk, ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Yeah, bitch
Frrat