Nightmare before Christmas

Go back on the block wit the bugs Digging up holes and sending off Drugs Go rap inna stu for the love and get u Some paper and don't be a scrub You know ima keep it 300, But 4 pockets full just ripped me a Dub She ain't never gone find no me, My Heart on my sleeve, Her love is a drug You know they be Picking and choosing I could merch it they choosing and Picking See dat internet shit how you Moving Gotta keep dat shit at a distance Who the fuck nigga thinking he Fooling We'll get his ass wet in a instant She shaking her legs keep moving Bae i ain't come to play Ima get back in it We was filling the pot you tipped it Yea it damn near say insufficient And you know you get caught its Different (Nigga) And when you got caught you shitted (bitch) And It's one thing i cant wait to Mention (yeah) I want hunnids and fifties and bitches (I want hunnids) and amiris to go With my switches and that's just for The 1st day of Christmas For the 2nd day she want a lot, like a Brand new car off the lot She got 23 bucks in her birkin, like Jordan shooting a shot I cant put up wit your hurt im Hurting, on soul go get or get got I got you this Prada purse for my Pistol they want me must've forgot Take that shit then bag it Nigga then wrap that shit in plastic Nigga coming back from the dead is a NO Get yo bitch ass back in the casket Rise in dust this shit get tragic Cause we gone all get turnt to ashes Then we all fall down this shit aint Fair We still put belt to asses nigga Y'all hoes ain't talking bout shit Wack Matta' fact finna get my bitch back It could make or break you like a Kit Kat But dont let it take you Don't forget that Out of all my trials and lessons learned, Number one would probably to Get back But i wash my hands the tables turnt, Looking down on me till the zip snap (Nigga) Go back on the block wit the bugs Digging up holes and sending off Drugs Go rap inna stu for the love and get u Some paper and don't be a scrub You know ima keep it 300 But 4 pockets full just ripped me a Dub She ain't never gone find no me, My heart on my sleeve, Her love is a drug You know they be Picking and choosing I could merch it they choosing and Picking See dat internet shit how you Moving Gotta keep dat shit at a distance Who the fuck nigga thinking he Fooling We'll get his ass wet in a instant She shaking her legs keep moving Bae i ain't come to play Ima get back in it You ain't ever been mad at a opp So much you would face you a nigga Right here broad day Nigga on the 3rd day of Christmas in Real life I was like eight only got me a cape But ima rock that shit till i bust that Shit, wanna play get hit in your face Boy you better drop that shit, Don't cuff that shit cause you know She got a lot on her plate My eyes be sitting real low i pour me a 4 i'm not on drugs It's guns and shit on the floor and Bodies on belts we not no thugs (aye) Somebody tell president Biden we Dying in the trenches we got no hugs A lot of these niggas be dying bout Bitches that's why i ain't got no love The 4th day of Christmas was special To me cause cap had showed me a Knot I told you be careful you run into me I don't care if you like it or not The 5th day never was fun for me, We was breaking our shit on the Block If Santa ain't never give guns to me I'll still be a damn hard knock