8 G's of Christmas ft. The Real B. Wells, Magician G, Dek4y, Slikadaice & DaVan Lyrics

I'm the second G of Christmas, you know how we doing this

Put it on your list, I'll deliver it

If you try to diss, you'll get hit

Ain't no presents for you, snitch

Watch your back, I'm coming with the blink

Watch your six, we bouta get lit

Like Tracksuit Mafia in the city

I'm finally make it trippy

Fort Fat Biscuit, Santa want a biscuit

Semaj know we gonna bring it

Ring ring the bell, open the bag and down he fell

You know who coming on Christmas Eve

All the G's and Jabez Z

Hop on the train, you know who I be

Polar Express got nothing on me

Peep this assortment

Twelve G's but no Air Jordan's

Cooking beats more than Gordon

Bringing bars like granola

Better than me? man hold up

All this shit I have thought up

And your shit just paranormal

Just because you swear an awful

Lot don't make a rap god, Garrett Otto

But a flow just might like Verrazano

Don't get hit like snare drummers

You'll be hanged like spare ornaments

Oh your life bitch I couldn't care for it

You feening to be goateed but see sheep

Follow others like me deeply

Like a submarine is sinking

Could not for see your light even

With a pair of that three D

Why you so rude

I'll fuck you up like vixens

When I'm spiting the magician smarts Blitzen like German Messerschmitt's

Ima wordsmith like wills last name bitch I'm perfect

Get pursued like dasher if your comments burden me

See me in person start prancing around your words and

Dawned on you that you got to show love like cupid and worship

I'm the Dark Knight gonna put the light off

This a dog fight we don't bite we like bark

Woody wide the bars you get the lightning shock

It's frightening are we gonna put the light back on

It feels like I been in the bat cave

It's sad ay living in a rock like a crab rave

Without say anything I eat I get fat shamed

In that way gonna put my face on a bad frame a sad face

Merry Christmas

This is lit mas

Working on these tracks like it's fitness

Boxing up the beat cuz we hit this

Fire bars equipped this

Making heat with the Twelve G's of Christmas

As I said I'm back in business

Making this track a magical rap of sickness

On this track we goats which rapper isn't

And have you listened, the cap is missing

Did I have hope when I wrote on my note pad

My fault can't cope cause I don't have that

Write bold old folk writing a diss track

So cold brain froze think of an old track

Every time I rap I feel I'm Biggie and Pac

And when you hear this it's like having them both back

And when I rap on this track it's like a rollercoaster heat it up not a toaster

Turn black I burnt that

I don't want clippings ima smoke the whole tree

Nah bitch you don't fuck with the Twelve G's

And I don't fuck with Twelve in general I been free

All I want for Christmas is a Bentley

Mix it with some bitches and plenty weed

Light the whole block up like they LED lights

Diamonds look like Garland how they shine so bright

Me and ya bitch under the mistletoe we fuck on sight

She my type super soaker wet super tight

Everybody I'm my presence getting to that bag

Merry Christmas happy holidays I hope y'all have

I got a present for the haters yea hold my sack

Tell the bitches I'm like Santa sit up on my lap

Mix gelato with the cookies I be on my ass

Eggnog with the rum put it on my tab

Slikadaice in the room make it cold when you trap

Ayo DeVaan is back

Don't mess with Jabez Z and I 'cause we like the men in black

I just made a couple racks off this music shit damn my life be going to fast

It's Christmas time so get the presents there is no time to lack

We about to snap like

Like back in the day

We gonna spin in the wrath

Count the money up put it in the safe

We got nothing to lose and nothing to take away

Run up on me we will spray with no delay

Don't mess with the clan cuz we do not play

Make one wrong move and you will pray

That you listened today

These bands cost more than your salary, I'm upping my game, unlike you, actually

I'm putting the work like a factory, all these broads give me head like they Zackary

These bullets go into his mental, must've forgotten I wasn't gentle

He eating these bullets, on God, these caps will be all in his dentals

You flexing that Lambo? But homie that shit is a rental, when I pull up on you

I'll have you running like Jenner, not talkin' no Kylie or Kendall

They used to doubt me before, how they never see my potential?

It's always my flow they be biting, not talkin' no presidential

I been spazzing on these instrumentals, she all on this stick, ain't no metal

She throwing it back, she got them curves, no exponential

I carry that lead, ain't no pencil, fuck a rat, I keep it confidential

For the minimum, I'll never settle, top five, listing me is essential

I was breaking in houses I moved like a sleigh tryna get in my bag like I'm Saint Nick

I am more real than reality I am nothin like the matrix

I'm fly as a bitch and I'm up in my bag like a plane trip

If you wanna face off you know how I rock the Tech Nine on my hip for that strange shit

I'm on top like a star you not part of the team then you couldn't hang even if you was an Ornament

You not in our bracket bitch we got more game than a tournament

I'm not even tryin' while your favorite rapper be forcing it

The son is so hot yea I'm scorching bitch

I'm the loaded gun, so ill step and off them like a porch with it

My minds like a Walmart come see what I'm storing bitch

I am nothin' like these rappers man I am not working for Santa

Trae Young how I'm cold bitch I'm balling like I'm in Atlanta

I'm fly like a rain deer a leader like Rudolph

I am not setting a bar bitch I'm tearing the roof off

Billy the Goat, TLG and the Heavenly Father bitch I get it bussing no shoot off

Shoutout Grandma for our work on the lights

They weren't perfect

But like most gifts on Christmas, it's truly the love that's worth it

Eight G's is enough to worship

No disrespect to the four others but I know we chose the best wordsmiths

And y'all heard it here first folks

Fuckers wishing for more than gifts on Christmas

Are getting worse than coal

Ho

Ho

Holy shit

I can't rap about what I received

'Cause the more I spit

The more they hate

And this time of year, I'm tryna stay festive

Spread cheer

Drink beer

Eat, sleep, dream

And stay clear

'Cause garbage cans get quite full this time of year

Y'all sayin' I live in the slums

But y'all ain't understand where the fuck I come from

Magician G, don't spit like me

But he knows I'm from up above

I'll go door to door and rap Christmas carols

Add some curse words, for those on the naughty list

'Cause St. Nick is my homie

He is

Don't believe me, just ask Blitzen

Def might announce he's The Loaded Gun

But I've officially become the Opened Zack

Giving presents to an underage kid

And getting known as a pedo from the degenerates

But the joy I spread come bar for bar

Word for word

Star to star

Constellations

Plans to renovate

All creations

That Jabez Z creates

Always Strong