Skeamz - Santa lyrics

I got dogs wit bandanas Crew whole grew up in the slammer Bad guy still tony montana Slaying these beats call me Santa Sweet chopper split you banana Construction can't f** wit are hammers See me round panorama, I'm fresh you a bama, this murder no cameras These rappers today they some amateurs, taking ya managers booth imma damage ya f** her on top of the Banister Pop her canister, chill no parameters These trappers is thinkin they rappers, they really some actors, career's goin backwards I'm Keepin the gas in the backwoods, and homies on Napper, will clap ya, if money's a factor, ahh Stacking paper librarian Love money I'm marrying f** concealed open carrying For the beef I'm burying Don't beef you vegetarian Cuttin her no cesarean Swing on me perrying hit my delirium Keeping the drink like aquarium Psychedelics, you can pop pills Fill my pockets till the bills spill Flip mode hearing Chill Phil All my n***as know is k** k** You ain't trill you should write wills Know the deal twisted like a drill 40 i reserve be the Steel Need a refill i got ill Doc i need a prescription Palms won't quit with itchin Double vision, lifted have risen Ga**ed up and driven, by beautiful women Eattin her kitten, my dietitian Stripping and kissing no intermission Move when I'm whippin don't want Collision Money go missing that long division Competition dead we reminiscing Zooted and trippin I caught you slippin Ballin like Pippen, Know my position Throw her a stack and i bet she listen f** wit the holdin back, a maniac off the cognac and the loudpack Surround where ya thrown is at, pull the straps, peel his cap, this a dope hat Imma rock that, wild black cat, cross paths and your pulse flat b**bie traps in the Trap, spit crack, dirt naps for the caught rats My goonies be no Ratatouille I'm shining forgot all my j**lery I'm Santa Desiigner can sew me She moody the bigger the booty Should i go in or vibe, done this a 100 times but i can't decide Gimmie head baby when I ride, have you seen them thighs, p**y poppin style Seek hoes you can hide, bait on the fishing line, money on the mind Wine and dine, which ya dime k**ed the p**y from behind like it was a crime Don't talk sh** bout mine, coffee wit the grind, boy I'm to refined Clique of kings, 4 of a kind, call me if you fine, numbers don't lie Trust none in a suit and tie, Imma act blind, till a n***a signed Rap jesus i be in the shrine, miracles I ain't even trying We are not one in the same Finago a code in the game Hitting the stains, on you lames, you should be ashamed, the way we crept and we came Ripping your chain, on my David Blaine, spit yoga flame You couldn't hang, never contained remember the name S-K-E-A-M-Z Turning up like a frenzy Your girlfriend really friendly Auto correct wit semi My Vatos keep Demi Showing out for the Emmy Quick hooks liquor in me Whiping out all your memory Isn't slang we call it jargon Start songs dearly departed Earn strips I'm purple hearted Tackle me I'll get the yardage Lighting up by the Sping Gardens Lock me up I'm gettin pardoned Tight and twisted double knotted Take it back to where i started Hook I dogs wit bandanas Crew whole grew up in the slammer Bad guy still tony montana Slaying these beats call me Santa Sweet chopper split you banana Construction can't f** wit are hammers See me round panorama, I'm fresh you a bama, this murder no cameras These rappers today they some amateurs, taking ya managers booth imma damage ya f** her on top of the Banister Pop her canister, chill no parameters These trappers is thinkin they rappers, they really some actors, career goin backwards Keepin the gas in the backwoods, homies on Napper, will clap ya, if money's a factor