Xmas List

DY Krazy
All I want from Christmas is some all-gold teeth
Cowboy chief, hat on my head, rifle on the scene

Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm toting be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)

Uh, round 'em up, just another day on the ranch
Brand new band in the Gucci pants, Codeine cowboy, I'm a champ
Big-ass Gucci belt buckle, with a revolver in my pants
I bet you never went bull riding off a couple xans (Yee-haw)
I keep a lil' something in my holster, 'cause if it go up, then it's over
I keep a lil' somethin in my cup, codeine pouring, runneth over (Ah)
Put a lil' something in her gut
She coming, she keep coming over and over
We getting close, she my cowgirl, I feel her holster (Yee-haw)
Beverly hillbillies, counting them real billi's
Dirtbikes popping them real wheelies (Yee-haw)
Beverly hillbillies, pass me a pill
I can't deal with it, deal with it all

Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm toting be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)

Say he wanna have a shootout, nigga, where you at? (Uh)
I'm at the saloon getting slumped off the Jack (Uh)
Got a revolver on me, I'm gon' meet you in the back (Uh)
Shoot you in the face after we take these five steps (Uh)
Smith & Wesson five hundred in my grip
My new watch gon' cost five hundred, don't trip
I ain't talking 'bout whiskey when I say I got the drip
Gucci boots with the spurs so the haters gon' trip, yeah
Haters gon' trip, yeah
I'm robbing them for their loot, they ain't gon' do shit
Old broke-ass son of bitch

Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm toting be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)