Jingle Bells, Shotgun Shells E

Hey! Yeah, uh-huh. Hey! We got the holiday blues over here. Hey! We in the hood, man. Hey! Fuck Christmas, fuck all holidays. I'm the Grinch, bitch, I don't know hot play. Santa Claus my rhymes, tryna put that Christmas tree In his grave. The candy will have you lookin' Like Pluto. I want the candy to think it Was Pluto. Merry Christmas! My gun is the missile toe. It's a death nickel in that crystal ball. For me to get the holiday spirit, I need Some more hope. For me, I never got any presents. Can't give you what you got, I hold my Breath. Jingle bells, shotgun shells, Niggas get shot every day. Brr, brr! 'Cause we love to ride on you Bitch-ass niggas, throwin' shots your way. Hey! It's Christmas time in the ghetto. We don't give a fuck, it's mad crime in The ghetto. We runnin' from the cops 'cause they Be openin' fire. Fuck chestnuts roasti' on a open fire. Santa wanna know if I'm naughty or nice. I'm in the trap blowin' trees with the 40s On ice. Guns on the table, mad niggas drinkin' Henny. And I wish a motherfucker would come down My chimney. Brr, That's why I'm sellin' nicks on St. Nick. 'Cause take a look under my tree, Nigga, it ain't shit. Jingle bells, shotgun shells, niggas get shot every Day. Hey! Jingle bells, shotgun shells, Niggas get shot every day. 'Cause I love to ride on you bitch-ass niggas, Throwin' shots your way. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Throwin' shots your way. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, hey. Hey! Hey! Hey!