Christmas Song

I be about it, I've been about it

I love my hood, I spring the shot

And I throw it up, I rep the crown

And you saw my cap, it's in my blazes on

Everywhere, I beat my cases

Across the board, golden laces

I'm mortified, into the races

My bitch is fluent, she speak my language

Hop the flight while my killers hanging

We pistol grip 'em, we really banging

I ain't with this shit, I don't really claim it

Record settin', this is really anxious

So I clip this shit if you perpetratin'

T-Y clique they ain't never playin'

We pistol poppin', you pistol playin'

I'm done with talking, killer what you saying

Pulling down

I'm pulling down

I'm pulling down

I'm pulling down my socks

Pulling down

I'm pulling down

I'm pulling down my socks

Polo on my top

Polo on my socks

I fuck around for rent, a mansion or a shop

I hold 'em down for my block

Hope... drop in that pot

I cook it 'til it's a rock

You slip and you could get popped

Lil L turn yourself in

Be one of my killers still lock

The dumb times too high

My home best

The game had been called up

I wanna leave it behind

I'm pullin' down on my socks

Four X's all in my Sprite

My sprite, my sprite, my sprite, my sprite

My sprite, my sprite, my sprite

(Pulling down

I'm pulling down

I'm pulling down

I'm pulling down my socks

I'm pulling down my socks

I'm pulling down my socks)