Christmas Killa
Slayerizor
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Pull up with the team like what we boutta do
Gang what
Like we on team 2 shit
Pull up with their team and these niggas gettin stupid what
And they never dropping new shit
Pull out with a 47 right out from my tool shed
Niggas think we finished we just emptied out a new clip
Caroling our anthem and the grinch can hear our music
Poppin up you see us team 2 niggas be so ruthless
Ruthless cut a pussy up we leave him toothless
Cool shit dream team im not lucid
Bullets get to rippin on a bitch we make him useless
Team 2
Nah I think you gotta understand this is MY part you already had your part bruh
(Oh okay my bad) Let me fucking go
(Yo you're good bro) Let me go
(Yo chill bruh) Please bruh I swear to
Pull up with the rugers imma make the bitch dance for me
He ain't really with it so he trap and make the bands for me
Young blood spiller imma smoke up on the dead
He think he young thug driller till I put him to his end
Pull up 223s and nobody ever gon pull up to me
It's hard to see they thinkin that I cap up on my melodies
It's fun for me my music blow up I'm their remedy
Fuck up on a bitch I think it's funny think you shit to me
Pull that gun up on him know we running up the streets
Ain't no Christmas this December bringing too much heat
Fuck a bitch in a sleigh
Give her gifts and then I leave
I'm a cold hearted killer
Eat with the ice up on my teeth
Keep that bitch outside ain't no hoes up in my house
Blunt is so essential keep a barrel by the ounce
Im that young lean sippa
The cup is never down
She a young devil dealer
The coldest in the house
Got a couple thousand reasons why I'm thinkin bout a crash out
Air this bitch and hide the proof
I'll put this bitch on blast now
West side killa
North Pole gorilla
Ima cold hand stealer
With the no future drug dealers