St. Brick Intro E

A igloo full of snow and a white stove House full of naked hoes snortin' blow It's so lonely at the top, plus its real cold A house full of hoes and they cookin' blow I'm in Zone 6 a.k.a. the North Pole Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert It's the middle of December she pulled up in a skirt Santa Claus of the hood I pull up with the work They call me East Atlanta Santa Run up on me get murked I'm just trappin' through the snow Sellin' nine half a bricks in four ways Over the hills we go Got an extendo and an AK (gra, gra, gra) I'm a neighborhood philanthropist I'm sellin' bales of cannabis Preachin' like an evangelist But I don't fuck with amateurs I drive spiders, yeah, tarantulas My diamonds are immaculate I'm not on no romantic shit But I'm cookin' cocaine, candle lit I'm so trill, your hoe can't handle it But damn, that bitch can suck a dick Skeeted on her face and lip Guwop can't fuck no basic bitch The teacher teachin' arithmetic Show you how to whip a brick Learn you how you run your clique And told you how to kill a snitch My young girl she a freaky chick But damn she on that sneaky shit Ran off with a half a zip And now I got to slap a trick All these record labels broke as shit Ricky Dinky record shit I sell more meth than a Mexican My dog food yea its excellent I done started sellin' Christmas tree I'm tryna jingle bells hoe Its Christmas time its Hollis, Queens I'm stompin' in my shell toes Christmas time in '96 I asked Santa for twelve golds But now Guwop got gifts to give But I don't fuck with twelve though Santa Claus in the city, bag full of goodies I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live I'm tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil I'm the Bricksquad boss I'm like Santa Claus