Merry White Christmas (Troy Ave)

(Verse) Who the hottest in New York? It’s really no debating Real niggas say that to fix suckers be hatin Like he likes but that nigga re-rhymes off his iPhone No, nigga I’m texting yo girl meet me at my home I always had dreams of a million while they was chillin I’m a new Benz 4 wheelin from dope dealing With a Rollie off track and a Rollie off rap But I hit you a few times if you tryna take that I’m ticked off, got on from a brick of salt Was getting mad money OT when it kicked off Out here I had a spot two doors down with heaters in the wall And the fiends lined up like sneakers on the wall Watch for the sneaks in the hole you peep When you get em high, 05, take you down at yo peek I’m in made with those made niggas get to point I mush the codeine without the PCP in my joint Nigga show yo bag, shipped in for marijuana Got my chips up, had em flown in from Kilofonia For the lower price, the nigga that rolled the dice Lose 100 grand once, out here man but shit twice Be the traitor already, I still don’t think I have it Ain’t like I can call in sick, where’s my fragments? If I take a loss then f**k it, I’m still gon eat But as long as a nigga undefeated in these streets It’s all good, it’s all good Baby it’s all good, it’s all good I’m from a broke hood Where the guns go (blap) And these niggas runnin Cus they f**kin hoes And we them niggas And you f**kin know Troy Ave motherf**ker, I’m about to blow (Hook) While you was kissin that bitch under the mistletoe I was hustling this shit, had to get this dough Everything was all good but now that her man know He gon put holes in yo ass like a tic tac toe Nigga life’s a gamble, I’m into the risk I bet it all every day just to get to the chips I can’t afford to be played or get killed for a bitch Thank the Lord as we pray, Merry White Christmas (Verse) I’m on a BQE with 2 pistols in a cup And the light uptown, big booty splash bro You know a nigga picky, hovaine here with me And my honey Hennessey D, whippin the 7-60 Later on at night I’mma bury it in the dough But for now I’m hatin Queens for a plate of that curvy gold damn I don’t know what the f**k I want on the side Matter fact you can give a nigga macaroni pie A steak with cheese and shells, my squares flow steady It’s really like I’m here eating already I got 400 in this shoebox for real I’m 600 away from making a mill Give me 2 M’s today, I’m taking a deal But for now this the motherf**kin gangsta grill (Hook) While you was kissin that bitch under the mistletoe I was hustling this shit, had to get this dough Everything was all good but now that her man know He gon put holes in yo ass like a tic tac toe Nigga life’s a gamble, I’m into the risk I bet it all every day just to get to the chips I can’t afford to be played or get killed for a bitch Thank the Lord as we pray, Merry White Christmas (Outro) Merry White Christmas My gift to the world is nothing but dope music I promise to restore the feeling Men do what they say and say what they mean I told niggas I was gonna blow the f**k up Oh! Keep spreading the word Keep spreading the gospel Let these motherf**kers know Troy Ave that nigga Aye listen man I told niggas I’m worth 1.2 million They laughed at me Now look The price went the f**k up I mean 2 million I mean I’m just counting money right now in this motherf**ker mane BSB them niggas man We got the highest quality of street music across the lane I represent the east coast, New York City Real niggas worldwide just like me It’s a fact though BSB records, the future is here I’m the only nigga, and I speak chuck shit in yo ear Yea, I seen other niggas get on What I do? I never hate it I stay humble and stay workin And I waited my motherf**kin turn I’m like I ain’t waitin my turn, I’m makin my turn Yea