[Verse 1]
(Christmas)
40s and squares to preperate
Then we getting chicken, My everyday mission
Is to gain some new b**hes, contest with Wiley
Who can eat the most chicken? It's obviously me
You obviously be, the h*mo rapper on the beat
Turn that sh** real low, you can hear these n***as queef
Charmander the drums, the melody, Charmeleon
Charizard the verse, I'm TerRio, OOH KILLIN 'EM
Mosh pit f**ed up the venue now they billin' him
Mom said "WHO made a mess?" now she hittin him
Pops just hopped out the joint b**hes feelin him
I'm sitting tryna masturbate in silence, b**hes filmin it
Go the f** away if you ain't popping the box open
Like corn pops, or pop lock and drop with doors open
Mundane, Chris Farley on drunk games
The Babe Ruth of the Bape Root (?)
(Wiley)
Hop up out the bed *YOOOOOOUUUUU*
I forgot to turn my swag off last night
My spinning chain and my du rag off last night
We was mobbin through the street
She was garglin the D
My hands bobbin through her weave
Flippy Floppy
Sipping Saki
Rob Zombie off the weed
Any colors? Motorolas
Let 'em know just what you need
Shouts to Paco
Pica**o with the Nachos
I'm definitely interested in investing in them jeans
[HOOK]
(Wiley)
s** on it!
s** on it girl! (x4)
(Christmas)
s** on it!
Girl come s** on me!
Come s** on meeeee!
Girl s** on me!
Girl s** on me!
Girl s** on meeeee!
[Verse 2]
(Christmas)
*Ahhhh*
Wiley busted on this big b**h's breasteses
Faded drunk now I'm finna shake like an etch and sketch
(Wiley)
Honeycombs and honey Jack
Money, hoes, and bunny rabbits
Bendin over hoes and
Then hit the hole like a running back
(Christmas)
Biaaaaaaaaaaaatch
You can s** my D-I
Get up out my B-I
You don't know me like I'm T.I
(Wiley)
Well your hand looks like a (chia?)
But that's the family
I rap game, Vlade Divac in a Fiat
[HOOK]
(Wiley)
s** on it!
s** on it girl! (x4)
(Christmas)
s** on it!
Girl come s** on me!
Come s** on meeeee!
Girl s** on me!
Girl s** on me!
Girl s** on meeeee!