Lyrics:
Came in, I saw him, I wasn't impressed
No competition, TrapSaavy the best
Float like a angel a trap nigga blessed
Rap to the p.m., rap to the p.m
ayy, I'm ballin' (haha, ha, haha)
Tryna get that lotto rich
Goin' hard, I can never do it moderate (see ya)
When I pull up to the addy, bet it's goin'
issues with your mama (Ooh)
But I don't understand you
Oh no
Shawty no
(Ooh, ooh)
Shawty
But I don't understand you
Am to the pm
SoundCloud rappers tryna
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way (ha ha ha)
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way (ha ha ha)
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits
And I got a car, does it works? I mean shit, barely
On my way home from work I get pulled over
By a cop with a cold shoulder
I bet he thinks that I
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way (ha ha ha)
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
timing, cause I ain't just anybody
You can bet
I can't do wrong
Not for too long
And by the end of this song
You fuckin' with me like your best friend
Show
One Seven I bet y'all, Six One Seven I bet
Six One Seven I said boss, live like a king
Six One Seven I step hard, ain't built like me
Six One Seven I
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way (ha ha ha)
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits
Talent comes everywhere, everybody's talented
Bet you, fuckin’
Everybody in this bar is talented
At one thing or another
But having something to say
like I'm loathing in Las Vegas
Haven't got the vaguest why I'm so lost
But I'd make you this small wager
If I bet you I'll be in tomorrow's paper
Who
ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make
Zaytoven bang, bang, bang bang
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob Marley
(Dope)
I got a ounce in the motherfuckin' party (Oh)
Baby, please don't
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
while she suckin' on my third eye
If a nigga hit it bet I do it from a bird's eye
She say she a virgin, guess that makes me be the first guy
That I am,
the fuck do you know bout me
I'ma cold-hearted killer
Mike Jack no thriller
I'ma here to break it down
All Bob no builder
Caught your boy lacking
Like
I woke up this morning feeling blessed not stressed
Aite
I can't sleep at night
I toss and turn perplexed by the fight
I smoke these woods for my
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