Nightmare On Christmas

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat) Sheesh Danny be trippin', dawg [Verse 1] Shit getting spooky, turnin' Christmas into Halloween Hit him in his head, Alexa, play "Boom Bada Bing" Married to the money in my hustle, it's a red ring She get what she want because she always treat me like a king I get me some neck and then I bounce just like a Spalding ball I'ma have to shoot you, I'm not fighting, bro, you know you tall I just took your head off your shoulders, hang it on my wall Even when I needed you the most, you ain't even call I be always shitting on these niggas, where my Pepto? Thought he hеaring voices, Fly Randy going psycho Hit him in his stomach, bullets gave his ass somе lipo If I ever said I loved your ass, it was a typo Ghetto bitch steady dropping trays 'cause she from the 'Raq Boy, [?] know if you can fold it then it's not a stack You can't hit my 'Wood 'cause I'm smoking on exotic pack If this was the eighties, you would be the one that's smoking crack Nigga got a attitude, fuck on Eazy-E Niggas always hating on me, why they can't just let me be? I guess it's all fun and games until they saying, "RIP" Bitch, I own the whole building, ain't no need for VIP I can go where I want, buy anything I see I should say dough when people ask me, "Are you TrDee?" Fuck being humble to 'em, they know they can't fuck with me Gucci goggles sitting on my forehead like I'm finna ski Turned his block to Halloween town, sent them monsters to it I be talking crazy, fuck you if you don't like my music I'm the coldest nigga out here, and my songs'll prove it Steady popping pills, they got you looking like you going through it I be always working, chasing chicken like a farmer Swear to God I really hate hoes, fuck karma They caught my lil' nigga in the field, Pop Warner When you down bad, ain't nobody in your corner Really undefeated, I'm like Mike when it count Gave lil' bro a gram, I be smoking by the ounce Niggas go and get a chain and they ain't even got a house Don't say you killing shit 'cause you wouldn't even kill a mouse Don't ever say I'm weak 'cause I'ma make you eat that shit Man, them busted ass shoes, you ain't even got no grip I ain't never scared of niggas, niggas ain't 'bout that shit I be all on Instagram like niggas ain't got no drip It's a nightmare on Christmas, he ain't get to see his gifts If I have to up the Glock, shooting star, make a wish I don't have to get a bucket, run a point, get an assist I ain't worried 'bout your shooters, they be always shooting bricks On top, blicking down, ask them niggas how I feel Put a bounty on the CEO, he scammed me out a deal He be shaking with the gun so we can't send him on a drill I was up last night plottin' on my first mill' [Verse 2] You can't kill me, Michael Myers, bro If you gon' reach them I'ma teach, you know how it go That bitch legs always open like the cornerstore I'm the final boss and I bet you can't go toe to toe Put in leg work for this shit, what you sacrifice? Pull up in the all black whip like the Gotham Knight I can tell just from your demeanor, we are not alike Hop in my whip, it's push to start like it start a fight Shit, it might get spooky, might just have to call the Ghostbusters We gon' shoot a movie, we got clips, let it sing, Usher Two chains in a wife beater, I ain't mean to touch her Credit to my bitch, like, why you trippin'? I ain't even fuck her Woke up to no gifts, it was a nightmare on Christmas I know he a bitch and all my ex-bitches missed this I be courtside, taking pictures with the Pistons If you still think I'm not sweet, then you trippin' Bitch [Outro] Lame ass ShittyBoyz