No Genre - 'Tis the Season lyrics

This is not a Chirstmas song 'cus Bobby doesn't celebrate Christmas Yeah, 'tis the season where a n***a named Jaque Beatz Fa la la la la, la la la la Flow so cold, spittin fire on the hot beats Fa la la la la, la la la la And grab your gifts 'cus hoes be hoeing Hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe And Santa copped a brick got that motherf**er snowing Fa la la la la, la la la la (ho ho ho) Santa wow wow Is that a pistol and all the tips hollow Yeah, you're f**ing right and you can die tonight I ain't got no money, got a .35 i could borrow Hell f**ing no you couldn't pay me back tomorrow I know you and Jack Frost ain't so cool Man f** Jack Frost he can f**ing die too Imma pay you back I wouldn't play you like a fool Fa la la la la, la la la la Shut up man no no