8 G's of Christmas (feat. B. Wells, Magician G, Dek4y, Slikadaice, DaVan, DedDreamer & DefNOTBio)

I'm the second G of Christmas, you know how we doing this Put it on your list, I'll deliver it If you try to diss, you'll get hit Ain't no presents for you, snitch Watch your back, I'm coming with the blink Watch your six, we bouta get lit Like Tracksuit Mafia in the city I'm finally make it trippy Fort Fat Biscuit, Santa want a biscuit Semaj know we gonna bring it Ring ring the bell, open the bag and down he fell You know who coming on Christmas Eve All the G's and Jabez Z Hop on the train, you know who I be Polar Express got nothing on me Peep this assortment Twelve G's but no Air Jordan's Cooking beats more than Gordon Bringing bars like granola Better than me? man hold up All this shit I have thought up And your shit just paranormal Just because you swear an awful Lot don't make a rap god, Garrett Otto But a flow just might like Verrazano Don't get hit like snare drummers You'll be hanged like spare ornaments Oh your life bitch I couldn't care for it You feening to be goateed but see sheep Follow others like me deeply Like a submarine is sinking Could not for see your light even With a pair of that three D Why you so rude I'll f*ck you up like vixens When I'm spiting the magician smarts Blitzen like German Messerschmitt's Ima wordsmith like wills last name bitch I'm perfect Get pursued like dasher if your comments burden me See me in person start prancing around your words and Dawned on you that you got to show love like cupid and worship I'm the Dark Knight gonna put the light off This a dog fight we don't bite we like bark Woody wide the bars you get the lightning shock It's frightening are we gonna put the light back on It feels like I been in the bat cave It's sad ay living in a rock like a crab rave Without say anything I eat I get fat shamed In that way gonna put my face on a bad frame a sad face Merry Christmas This is lit mas Working on these tracks like it's fitness Boxing up the beat cuz we hit this Fire bars equipped this Making heat with the Twelve G's of Christmas As I said I'm back in business Making this track a magical rap of sickness On this track we goats which rapper isn't And have you listened, the cap is missing Did I have hope when I wrote on my note pad My fault can't cope cause I don't have that Write bold old folk writing a diss track So cold brain froze think of an old track Every time I rap I feel I'm Biggie and Pac And when you hear this it's like having them both back And when I rap on this track it's like a rollercoaster heat it up not a toaster Turn black I burnt that I don't want clippings ima smoke the whole tree Nah bitch you don't f*ck with the Twelve G's And I don't f*ck with Twelve in general I been free All I want for Christmas is a Bentley Mix it with some bitches and plenty weed Light the whole block up like they LED lights Diamonds look like Garland how they shine so bright Me and ya bitch under the mistletoe we f*ck on sight She my type super soaker wet super tight Everybody I'm my presence getting to that bag Merry Christmas happy holidays I hope y'all have I got a present for the haters yea hold my sack Tell the bitches I'm like Santa sit up on my lap Mix gelato with the cookies I be on my ass Eggnog with the rum put it on my tab Slikadaice in the room make it cold when you trap Ayo DeVaan is back Don't mess with Jabez Z and I 'cause we like the men in black I just made a couple racks off this music shit damn my life be going to fast It's Christmas time so get the presents there is no time to lack We about to snap like Like back in the day We gonna spin in the wrath Count the money up put it in the safe We got nothing to lose and nothing to take away Run up on me we will spray with no delay Don't mess with the clan cuz we do not play Make one wrong move and you will pray That you listened today These bands cost more than your salary, I'm upping my game, unlike you, actually I'm putting the work like a factory, all these broads give me head like they Zackary These bullets go into his mental, must've forgotten I wasn't gentle He eating these bullets, on God, these caps will be all in his dentals You flexing that Lambo? But homie that shit is a rental, when I pull up on you I'll have you running like Jenner, not talkin' no Kylie or Kendall They used to doubt me before, how they never see my potential? It's always my flow they be biting, not talkin' no presidential I been spazzing on these instrumentals, she all on this stick, ain't no metal She throwing it back, she got them curves, no exponential I carry that lead, ain't no pencil, f*ck a rat, I keep it confidential For the minimum, I'll never settle, top five, listing me is essential I was breaking in houses I moved like a sleigh tryna get in my bag like I'm Saint Nick I am more real than reality I am nothin like the matrix I'm fly as a bitch and I'm up in my bag like a plane trip If you wanna face off you know how I rock the Tech Nine on my hip for that strange shit I'm on top like a star you not part of the team then you couldn't hang even if you was an Ornament You not in our bracket bitch we got more game than a tournament I'm not even tryin' while your favorite rapper be forcing it The son is so hot yea I'm scorching bitch I'm the loaded gun, so ill step and off them like a porch with it My minds like a Walmart come see what I'm storing bitch I am nothin' like these rappers man I am not working for Santa Trae Young how I'm cold bitch I'm balling like I'm in Atlanta I'm fly like a rain deer a leader like Rudolph I am not setting a bar bitch I'm tearing the roof off Billy the Goat, TLG and the Heavenly Father bitch I get it bussing no shoot off Shoutout Grandma for our work on the lights They weren't perfect But like most gifts on Christmas, it's truly the love that's worth it Eight G's is enough to worship No disrespect to the four others but I know we chose the best wordsmiths And y'all heard it here first folks Fuckers wishing for more than gifts on Christmas Are getting worse than coal Ho Ho Holy shit I can't rap about what I received 'Cause the more I spit The more they hate And this time of year, I'm tryna stay festive Spread cheer Drink beer Eat, sleep, dream And stay clear 'Cause garbage cans get quite full this time of year Y'all sayin' I live in the slums But y'all ain't understand where the f*ck I come from Magician G, don't spit like me But he knows I'm from up above I'll go door to door and rap Christmas carols Add some curse words, for those on the naughty list 'Cause St. Nick is my homie He is Don't believe me, just ask Blitzen Def might announce he's The Loaded Gun But I've officially become the Opened Zack Giving presents to an underage kid And getting known as a pedo from the degenerates But the joy I spread come bar for bar Word for word Star to star Constellations Plans to renovate All creations That Jabez Z creates Always Strong