"WHITE CHRISTMAS" lyrics

Up the choppa, let's get naughty
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Hahaha)
'Tis the season to be ballin'
Fa-la-la-la-la (Yeah, here, we ball, bitch), la-la-la-la
Let's deck the floor (Yeah, let's go) with thots and shawties
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Yeah)
Let's flood the shores with tons (Haha) of molly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Ha, 'tis the season to get rich, ho
"Fa-la-la-la-la," that's yo' bitch eatin' my dick, bro
I threw up a C, it's not for Christmas, I'm a Crip, ho
I bought myself a mistletoe, my Glocky tryna kiss y'all
Sack up on my back, bruh
Strap up on my lap, uh
Presents, they all wrapped up
Yeah, we sell that crack, cuz
Yo, we make it snow, ho
Products on they wishlist
Cocaine by the boatload
Now that's a white Christmas

I'm creepin' with a mask, yeah, you know, just like the Carrey way
Them bullets hit his ass, and made him duck like he sell lemonade
Put it in reverse, yeah, you know, just like the Terry way
I know Dankton want this box, but I ain't fuckin' with no featherweight

I'm heavyweight, big titties bouncin' when I hit my sleigh
Poppin' off on opps, I hit a squat, and piss all on they grave
Shouts-out to Khabib, I chop a opp just like it's MMA
McGregor sellin' whiskey, I sell crack, bro, we not the same

Up the choppa, let's get naughty
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Hahaha)
'Tis the season to be ballin'
Fa-la-la-la-la (Yeah, here, we ball, bitch), la-la-la-la
Let's deck the floor (Yeah, let's go) with thots and shawties
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Yeah)
Let's flood the shores with tons of molly

Oh, I get it, I get it, I'm supposed to be the Grinch (Gang)

Merry fuckin' Christmas, I hope you get festive
Sorry, I meant fisted, you know my ass dyslexic
Thotties on my wish list, and oppas on my hit list
Dankton came to spit like he had a fuckin' lisp, bitch
Cookin' crack up by the fireplace wit' fentanyl, that spicy base
Give that to my customer, and watch they pupils dilate
Send that down they chimneys, did that all on Christmas Eve
Turned they ass to Nemo, mum, rest in peace my enemies
Shit, I meant anonomies
Can't have Christmas without me
Mixin' up that red and green
I'm off a pill of ecstasy
I took off on Claus, shit, of course, this is war
Took his claws, and went North
Bruh, you know I keep that pole on me

Ayy, shut the fuck up Dankton before I fuckin'—
Fuck your arsehole with my finger
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Hahaha)
Bend you over, touch your ringer
Are you serious, Eugene?
I'm just playin', Dankton

Let's deck the floor (Yeah, let's go) with thots and shawties
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Yeah)
Let's flood the shores with tons (Haha) of molly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Argh, merry Christmas Glorbians
You never gettin' that fuckin' Family Guy track, though
Hahaha, nah, I might drop it next year, we'll see
Hahaha, love ya