Jingle Bales Intro E

Whoa. East Atlanta Santa. Drippin' out the Phantom. Ha. Go. Jingle bells, bells on the scale. Fish scale, same color as. Skrrt, skrrt. Tryna duck the feds, Just bust a nigga head. 'Cause this nigga tried to play with my bread. Huh? Bust a— Jingle bells, motherfuck 12. I'ma drop a bag on your head. Whack 'em. Yeah. The neighbors won't tell and we left no shells. It's a dead man sleep in your bed. Ooh, gone. Jingle, jingle, I'm Kris Kringle. Tryna stack my chips up tall like Pringles. The work came dark 'cause the price got cheaper. Coke like Christmas and pots like Easter. Rush limb with the work, get in the kitchen Like Batista. Shake the pot, shake the pot, Shake it like a seizure. Charge a boy the super high, sell it 'fore It's even dry. Gucci the executive, But I don't wear a suit and tie. Dressed super fly, I'm too rich for even Uber Rides. Can't even go outside, everywhere I'm Recognized. Gucci Mane a model now, They need me to avatar. Pull up in an avatar, hybrid with some stupid Eyes. She stalkin' me, she jockin' me, she watch Me like a private eye. Mob guy, watch guy, your boyfriend a small fry. Drop top, winter time, 'cause I can't be the Fall guy. Ball until you fall out, I just tried buy the mall out. Jingle bells, bells on the scale. Fish scale, same color as. Skrrt, Tryna duck the feds, just bust a nigga Head. 'Cause this nigga tried to play with my Bread. Whack 'em. Jingle bells, motherfuck 12. I'ma drop a bag on your head. The neighbors won't tell and we left no shells. It's a dead man sleep in your bed. Uh.