St. Brick Intro

(álbum: The Return Of East Atlanta Santa - 2016)

An igloo full of snow man I'm iced out
House full of naked hoes snorting blow
It's so lonely at the top, plus it's real cold
A house full of hoes and they kicking blow
I'm a zone six nigga aka north pole

Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
It's the middle of December she pulled up in her 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 trapping through the snow
Selling nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK
I'm a neighborhood philanthropist
I'm selling bells of cannabis
Preaching like and evangelist
But I don't fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders yea tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I'm not on no romantic shit
But I'm cooking cocaine candle lit
I'm so true your hoe can't handle it
But damn that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
'Cause wop can't fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teaching arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clip
And told you how to kill yours
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
Rinky dinky record shit
I sell more meth than a Mexican
My dog food yea it's excellent
I done started selling Christmas tree I'm tryna jingle bells hoe
It's Christmas time it's holis queens I'm stomping in my shell toes
Christmas 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 tryna see a bag full of goodies
I wish these crooked 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