House full of naked hoes snortin' blow

Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold

A house full of hoes and they cookin' blow

I'm in zone six aka the North Pole

Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert

It's the middle of December she pulled up in a skirt

Santa Claus of the hood

I pull up with the work

They call me East Atlanta Santa

Run up on me get murked

I'm just trappin' through the snow

Sellin' nine half a bricks in four ways

Over the hills we go

Got an extendo and an AK (gra, gra, gra)

I'm a neighborhood philanthropist

I'm sellin' bales of cannabis

Preachin' like an evangelist

But I don't fuck with amateurs

I drive spiders, yeah, tarantulas

My diamonds are immaculate

I'm not on no romantic shit

But I'm cookin' cocaine, candle lit

I'm so trill, your hoe can't handle it

But damn, that bitch can suck a dick

Skeeted on her face and lip

Guwop can't fuck no basic bitch

The teacher teachin' arithmetic

Show you how to whip a brick

Learn you how you run your clique

And told you how to kill a snitch

My young girl she a freaky chick

But damn she on that sneaky shit

Ran off with a half a zip

And now I got to slap a trick

All these record labels broke as shit

Ricky Dinky record shit

I sell more meth than a Mexican

My dog food yea its excellent

I done started sellin' Christmas tree

I'm tryna jingle bells hoe

Its Christmas time its Hollis, Queens

I'm stompin' in my shell toes

Christmas time in '96

I asked Santa for twelve goals

But now Guwop got gifts to give

But I don't fuck with twelve though

Santa Claus in the city, bag full of goodies

I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live

I'm tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil

I'm the Bricksquad boss I'm like Santa Claus