xmas type beat ft. GTTC Lyrics

And Noah's Backwood grew three times larger that day…

(Yay!)

Noah, that shit was crazy! Yeah

Let's go, you and me prettyboy

(That's that nigga Noah bruh I swear to God)

(GTTC!)

And I put my wrist on the motherfucking ice

He don't wanna talk? Lil baby, we could fight, aye

And I'm getting guap up every single night, aye

I be on the list, is you naughty, is you nice? (Aye)

Let me clarify, I don't even throw the hands

I be prettyboy, I be getting to these bands, aye

And they outside, and they smoking on some, damn

And they outside and they smoking on ya mans, aye

Come here boys and girls, gather all around

I'm telling a story, Noah and Corey from the ground, aye

They had had a gift, don't know how it found

They was making nothing into something out of sound, aye

Southside hit the stage

Southside made it rage

Corey hit the lab

He make it behave

Yeah, it be niggas asking

"The fuck did he say?" (Uh)

Me and Corey laugh to the motherfucking bank, uh

Yeah, and if you ever cap on my motherfucking mans, uh

You gone wake up with no motherfucking hands, yeah

Leave your grandma in the car with no fan, aye

Tell the IRS, uh

Who and how you scam, uh

I just need some, yes (Uh)

I just need some bands (Aye)

Say it with your chest, uh

Shit that I demand, uh

Baby I'm the man, uh

Baby you my girl, uh

You had fucked it up, now I'm lost up in the world, aye

And I keep my wrist on the motherfucking ice, yeah

Merry X-mas, on my nigga Jesus Christ, aye

Looking on the list, is you naughty, is you nice, aye

Nigga got some grips, then we probably got it right, aye (Ho, ho, ho!)

Yeah (Merry Christmas!)