Red Handed ft. Nate Nics & Rob the 508 God Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

No bullshit, shout out my nigga santa claus though, no bullshit

I kinda fuck with him, underrated,

underrated criminal activity

Don't sleep on him

Yeah, yeah

Look

Weather getting brick it's like some Legos for the sinners

Merry be the nigga getting gifts up in the winter

With my fist up to window, saying Santa been a criminal

Breaking into shit he need like 25 minimum

He been in the pole up north like all year

Till December 24th now he's traveling on deer

Putting jet planes to shame like fuck Bombardier

Quicker than these facts'll leave you in awe yeah

Peep Santa with the government, been since Nixon

Santa been a freak that's why he named his deer Vixen

Santa ain't a nigga he calling it white Christmas

And Santa slick hitting parlays not wishlists

You ever seen Santa out of the mall?

Well that's the decoy the real Santa roaming your lawn

And scoping the jawn the kids really playing the pawn

He's leaving at dawn but still dropped some coal in your palm

You see he quiet up until the strike

You never see him but remember what the feeling like

Gifts wrapped overnight

Don't put up a fight that shit don't play well nigga

Moving sluggish but thats trauma from the sleigh bells nigga

Now he gone without a trace and you got no one to blame

Doomed to play the victim in his acrimonious game

You try and see it different but you know it's always the same

Good ol' Saint Nics spit and turned the story to flames

Oh, that's crazy

I work for the government now?

Nah, i gotta let em stop playing with my name like that

Like last minute gifts

I'm always getting a bad wrap

Fuck it though

Saint Nick bout to turn into Mad Max

It's all fun and games

Until I decide to crash at

Your crib while you sleeping

And Santa gon get the last laugh

Bout time I said it

The narratives, bout to dead it

I'm tired of giving gifts

And your parents taking the credit

They barely got enough money

Sitting inside the debit

For that PS5 I got you

Last year, but let's forget it

You know what?

Matter fact, I know just what to do

Ima take my guys Vix, Comet

And even Ru

We gon take a little trip

And we gon pull up on your roof

it's going up Christmas night

And I ain't even leaving any proof

That's the truth

But yall still spreading the lies

Make your kid sit

On a stranger in disguise

Bring em to the mall

And tell them to smile wide

Meantime the fake Claus

Feeling up on they thigh

No time to dwell

It's a long ass flight

Just hold on tight

A billion homes, all one night

Was all year hyped

Got a list for people I don't like

You fucked up

Now I got you in my red nose sight

Hold on, hold on, hold on,

I think it's right here

Okay, rudolph, let's land down right here

Aw yeah, we gon' get this motherfucker now

Oh shit, they don't even got a chimney?

What the fuck?

Aight, we gotta go thru the window or something, i don't know

Ok I'm in, but I only

Got like fo' minutes

See the stocking with your name

And put some coal in it

See your picture in a frame

And poke a hole in it

Gotta be quick, if I'm caught

Nigga, I'm so finished

Yeah so moving on

Make my way upstairs

Without tripping alarms

Notice that I'm sweating

I gotta just keep my calm

Open up the door

And sneak in bed with your mom

Yeah, she on my naughty list

She on my naughty list

Hey kid, don't be mad

Cause this year for Christmas

You finally gon' get a dad