Merry White Christmas

(Verse)

Who the hottest in New York? It’s really no debating

Real niggas say that to fix suckers be hatin

Like he likes but that nigga re-rhymes off his iPhone

No, nigga I’m texting yo girl meet me at my home

I always had dreams of a million while they was chillin

I’m a new Benz 4 wheelin from dope dealing

With a Rollie off track and a Rollie off rap

But I hit you a few times if you tryna take that

I’m ticked off, got on from a brick of salt

Was getting mad money OT when it kicked off

Out here I had a spot two doors down with heaters in the wall

And the fiends lined up like sneakers on the wall

Watch for the sneaks in the hole you peep

When you get em high, 05, take you down at yo peek

I’m in made with those made niggas get to point

I mush the codeine without the PCP in my joint

Nigga show yo bag, shipped in for marijuana

Got my chips up, had em flown in from Kilofonia

For the lower price, the nigga that rolled the dice

Lose 100 grand once, out here man but shit twice

Be the traitor already, I still don’t think I have it

Ain’t like I can call in sick, where’s my fragments?

If I take a loss then f**k it, I’m still gon eat

But as long as a nigga undefeated in these streets

It’s all good, it’s all good

Baby it’s all good, it’s all good

I’m from a broke hood

Where the guns go (blap)

And these niggas runnin

Cus they f**kin hoes

And we them niggas

And you f**kin know

Troy Ave motherf**ker, I’m about to blow

(Hook)

While you was kissin that bitch under the mistletoe

I was hustling this shit, had to get this dough

Everything was all good but now that her man know

He gon put holes in yo ass like a tic tac toe

Nigga life’s a gamble, I’m into the risk

I bet it all every day just to get to the chips

I can’t afford to be played or get killed for a bitch

Thank the Lord as we pray, Merry White Christmas

(Verse)

I’m on a BQE with 2 pistols in a cup

And the light uptown, big booty splash bro

You know a nigga picky, hovaine here with me

And my honey Hennessey D, whippin the 7-60

Later on at night I’mma bury it in the dough

But for now I’m hatin Queens for a plate of that curvy gold damn

I don’t know what the f**k I want on the side

Matter fact you can give a nigga macaroni pie

A steak with cheese and shells, my squares flow steady

It’s really like I’m here eating already

I got 400 in this shoebox for real

I’m 600 away from making a mill

Give me 2 M’s today, I’m taking a deal

But for now this the motherf**kin gangsta grill

(Hook)

While you was kissin that bitch under the mistletoe

I was hustling this shit, had to get this dough

Everything was all good but now that her man know

He gon put holes in yo ass like a tic tac toe

Nigga life’s a gamble, I’m into the risk

I bet it all every day just to get to the chips

I can’t afford to be played or get killed for a bitch

Thank the Lord as we pray, Merry White Christmas

(Outro)

Merry White Christmas

My gift to the world is nothing but dope music

I promise to restore the feeling

Men do what they say and say what they mean

I told niggas I was gonna blow the f**k up

Oh!

Keep spreading the word

Keep spreading the gospel

Let these motherf**kers know

Troy Ave that nigga

Aye listen man

I told niggas I’m worth 1.2 million

They laughed at me

Now look

The price went the f**k up

I mean 2 million

I mean I’m just counting money right now in this motherf**ker mane

BSB them niggas man

We got the highest quality of street music across the lane

I represent the east coast, New York City

Real niggas worldwide just like me

It’s a fact though

BSB records, the future is here

I’m the only nigga, and I speak chuck shit in yo ear

Yea, I seen other niggas get on

What I do?

I never hate it

I stay humble and stay workin

And I waited my motherf**kin turn

I’m like I ain’t waitin my turn, I’m makin my turn

Yea