D.B Chapo - All I want for Christmas

All I want for Christmas is a new pint of red
I slipped a perk into his drink, I heard he died in his bed
Ima fight the dude my bro gonna box you with the led
He going fed, I swear to God, you shouldn't have said what you said
All I want for Christmas is a Kel-Tech, I can hit him with it
I stuff the blick inside my denim jeans, you said it didn't fit
I go and get the bows off, I don't know why you would mention it
Been out from state to state, from California out to Michigan
Bitch, I'm getting bows off
Head to chapo crib, I drop a load off
I've been mailing packs like a post office
Put the Glock away and have my bro run up and box him
All I want for Christmas is a wish to come true
I got a tech and all the bullets tips are coming in blue
All I want for Christmas is a wish to come true
I got a tech and all the bullets tips are coming in blue
I got the drip like we done fell while we rode a canoe
I'm finna slide, I bought a Beamer, copped the newest M2
I ask him what he gon' do, rolled up on the wrong dude
Hummer a big body ain't gon' flip like it's a pontoon
I slide, yeah, I slide
Call me lacking with no blick, so I done popped out with a knife
I'mma ride, I'mma ride
Seen the dude fall out the whip, I guess we on that type of time
Ain't no lies, ain't no lies
I feel like a demon, how I'm popping with his fire
Bitch, I like the animals, so I'm smoking on vegan weed
Hold on, that didn't make no sense because it comes from trees
I be standing around, they block, it's like I'm waiting on a gym machine
I flip the burner bake his ass for breakfast, now he Jimmy Dean
Put the wock inside the danimal I'm sipping on a six of lean
Every time I see a newborn baby, I just wanna throw him
Every time I see one of my opps, I just wanna hoe him
Every time I go and spin they block, it's like they left it open
Every time I go to Johnny's, he done left me frozen
Every time a goofy come around and don't nobody know him
We gon' throw him like the newborn baby I was talking about before I wrote it
Bitch, I've been a shark up in that water, you a barracuda
Feel like Blp I'll rob a hobo for his pair of Pumas
S.O.S., I'm calling out for help or we'll be flaring you up
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck
You allergic or some
Bitch, you allergic or some
Walk out the mall with big ass duffles, I be splurging or some
I pearled the blunt, it's hitting nice, I think it's perfect or some
All I want for Christmas is a burner or some
I mixed the wock with pink and green like Timmy Turner or some
Bitch, she fucked it up, she fucked it up, she fucked it up
She came in the room and fucked it up, so I had to redo it
Man, for real, what the fuck you still doing
What the fuck you still doing here
Better go to Autumns so we don't have to deal with you
Hold on
That was a bar man, that was a bar man, that was a bar man
What jeans I got on, shit, they balmains
I'ma ball man
I'm a ball man
Hit a opp in his bald cap, he was bald man
He was bald as fuck
Hit a opp like Dr. Phil, I had to chalk him up
Ooh
Ooh
Had to chalk him up like he 2rare
Hit him with the Draco and it knocked off all his head, damn
Ooh
Hit him with the Draco and it knocked off all his damn hair
Slipped on a banana peel like Mario, we hit his cart
He ain't got a life left, took that shit right out his heart
I'm like, have I died
Yeah, I hope not, cause it's just the start
I knock out his bicep and take him off the fucking chart
I come in like five tecs and they all gonna play their part
Ripping down the block, I'm cutting up on Rodeo
I run to the cheese like I need me all the queso
It's a Faygo over six, I'm down to spin depends on how my day go
Your shit plastic it when it drop, it sound just like a fucking Lego
Run with big dogs, you stay with the little kids who play with Play-Doh
Bro, with Dora, with the back pack but don't call me no Diego
But this mac gonna find you, got the lo
I'm at the door and I'm gonna come from behind you
Pop out, not from round here
I'm a monster like a Demogorgon
Fully 50 mad them bitches love to take out all the organs
Used to ride Suburban, now I'm whipping up in something foreign
Stepping in my Jordans, grab the key and take a portion
Go and bring me back to guala or I have to go extortion
Yeah, I have to go extortion on his ass
Yeah, I have to go extortion on his ass, on his ass
Yeah, I have to go extortion on his ass
Oh, fuck
extort his ass off the block, bitch
Get his ass off my glock
Get his ass off my watch
Get his ass off the block

Written by:
D.B Chapo, AK Tarantino

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