Christmas For My Opp ft. Lil Melshyboi Lyrics

Extended clip posted on my hip get a pussy hit

Take a sip, sprite all in my cup, got me feelin lit

Catch pussy lacking in broad day hit em with the blick

Shiesty on, he saw me with the gang, then he folded quick

Big body, pull on the spot shoot a hunnid rounds

We hate 12, free my doggy SK locked up in the pound

Reload the clip, walk out with that stick, and we rolling loud

Reload the clip shoot that boy again we gon walk em down

Ay, Yeah it's Christmas for my opp

I just hit a hit a lick, now I'm sipping on that wock

If young sugar catch you lacking he gon leave you to the block

Walking round with 30 millimeters he gon make you drop

Ay, Yeah it's Christmas for my opp

I just hit a hit a lick, now I'm sipping on that wock

If young sugar catch you lacking he gon leave you to the block

Walking round with 30 millimeters he gon make you drop

Yeah I'm gon make you drop,

Don't worry bout your mama crying leave that to the glock

I been in the studio I been trynna make a bop

Reload the clip ain't sending flix yeah imma make that Draco (pop)

Back it up go straight to hell

I pull out the 9 he started singing jingle bells

My new shawty know that I ain't playing she could tell

100 rounds cut em down bullets flying through the mail

Bullets flying through the air

Choppa leave em red like Rudolph, that boy dead

Choppa leave em stupid now that boy become a sped

I can't hang with none them school boys they all with the feds

Ou It's Christmas

All I got are dead opps on my wish list

Pass her to the gang I had to stand up on my bidness

Shot him through the window now he running like it's fitness

That Draco ain't gon stop I let it blow just like some kisses

Ay, jingle bell jingle bell jingle all the way ho

I feel like the grinch cuz I came through and stole your main ho

762 cut his ear off I call em Van Gogh

All I want for Christmas is a Choppa and some pesos

500 round, shoot 'em in his mouth, he aint make a sound

Get em down said I smoke em down, bloody like a hound

I'm loosing count yeah I'm loosing count these bullets flying round

I took his new girl to pound town she call me sexy brown ou

Ay, 556 up in the whip and my Draco in between

Glock 19, I start mosh pit like I'm Travis playing FE!N

I ain't sipping eggnog bitch I'm sippin on this lean

If he call me imma block his ass just like I'm Brandt McLean

Ay, Yeah it's Christmas for my opp

I just hit a hit a lick, now I'm sipping on that wock

If young sugar catch you lacking he gon leave you to the block

Walking round with 30 millimeters he gon make you drop

Ay, Yeah it's Christmas for my opp

I just hit a hit a lick, now I'm sipping on that wock

If young sugar I catch you lacking he gon leave you to the block

Walking round with 30 millimeters he gon make you