David Blayne - Imma Trap This Christmas lyrics

[Hook: Lil Meta] Imma trap this Christmas Imma run up a couple stacks this Christmas Make a couple juggs off the packs this Christmas Re-up and make my bread double back this Christmas Imma grind this Christmas Make some pays in and out of town this Christmas Man, I'm trying to lock the trap down this Christmas Serve everybody that's around this Christmas [Verse 1: Lil Meta] While everybody opening their presents with they family Imma be trapping, getting it in, you understand me? Booming from the A, all the way down to Miami And I ain't stopping ‘til I get a D-boy Grammy Lil Meta stay making hits like Sammy Sosa Whipping soda, with the yola Then add the ice cubes to make the temperature colder And I keep whipping ‘til I start to see quotas Rock solid, I get profit Pay close attention to this D-boy knowledge I ain't a DJ, but I am a Trap-A-Holic When my migo pull up in the truck, I'm buying all of it Work [Hook: Lil Meta] Imma trap this Christmas Imma run up a couple stacks this Christmas Make a couple juggs off the packs this Christmas Re-up and make my bread double back this Christmas Imma grind this Christmas Make some pays in and out of town this Christmas Man, I'm trying to lock the trap down this Christmas Serve everybody that's around this Christmas [Verse 2: Lil Meta] The trap going ham, the trap going ham Man, I'm making money off these all white gems J's hit me early in the morning for a wake up But I ain't gon' spend my money for an iced out jacob Psyche! It's a little too late And the diamonds in the jakey looking like Kool-Aid Fruity Pebbles, Bam-Bam, Dino, Barney, Betty Can't forget Wilma, can't forget Freddie So Icey: Gucci, Mizay: Debbie Flintstone D's in my ear, now I'm ready 1970, old school Chevy Sixes on that chopping like it was a Machete [Hook: Lil Meta] Imma trap this Christmas Imma run up a couple stacks this Christmas Make a couple juggs off the packs this Christmas Re-up and make my bread double back this Christmas Imma grind this Christmas Make some pays in and out of town this Christmas Man, I'm trying to lock the trap down this Christmas Serve everybody that's around this Christmas [Verse 3: David Blayne] Haters, you see me when I pull up in that new thang Come meet your trap, set up shop, all the bull you play I got that good, I'm from Hollyhood, David Blayne And Lil Meta's on the grind, got the street flame So what you need? Got a plug to the Florida Keys Can you afford a key? (Nope) Then you can't order me (dang!) Let's talk responsibly, how about a quarter P? (Okay) No less that O-Z, not unless you know it's me Every day, we bunkin' in the goddamn trap Serving all the J's, 50's, and the 100 slabs We keep them tools tucked, just in case somebody act So Icey boys ‘bout to trap the whole map [Hook: Lil Meta] Imma trap this Christmas Imma run up a couple stacks this Christmas Make a couple juggs off the packs this Christmas Re-up and make my bread double back this Christmas Imma grind this Christmas Make some pays in and out of town this Christmas Man, I'm trying to lock the trap down this Christmas Serve everybody that's around this Christmas