The Santa Stalker Lyrics

Dogs playing fetch

Really catch you and hound we can smell it

Swiper no foxing out where you dwelling

Throw a hand sign when he present

Really make em spell it

Rats in the set you might ride with the tellers

Greasy palms gon' they sly when they jealous

Moving strong make him fly like propellers

To them boys imma lie on my brothers

Enemy behind lines undercover

I can't rest I got lives with a mother

And they need a slice of mine plus another

We ain't have go half on a whole thing

Foam in that package like it's Rogaine

I ain't tryna live my life just hoping

Really stacking money just to cope mane

I can't say no names in these quote claims

If I drop a dime I'm a ghost damn

Celebrating Goofys they gon' toast lames

Uncle Sam top man in the dope game

They gon' say I'm crazy like they told Ye

Crabs in a barrel full of Old Bay

Chesapeake done set that trap like Olay

Cold game