Troy Ave - Merry White Christmas lyrics

(Verse) Who the hottest in New York? It’s really no debating Real n***as say that to fix s**ers be hatin Like he likes but that n***a re-rhymes off his iPhone No, n***a 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 n***as get to point sponsored links I mush the codeine without the PCP in my joint n***a show yo bag, shipped in for marijuana Got my chips up, had em flown in from Kilofonia For the lower price, the n***a that rolled the dice Lose 100 grand once, out here man but sh** 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** it, I’m still gon eat But as long as a n***a 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 n***as runnin Cus they f**in hoes And we them n***as And you f**in know Troy Ave motherf**er, I’m about to blow (Hook) While you was kissin that b**h under the mistletoe I was hustling this sh**, had to get this dough Everything was all good but now that her man know He gon put holes in yo a** like a tic tac toe n***a 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 k**ed for a b**h 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 n***a 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** I want on the side Matter fact you can give a n***a 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**in gangsta grill (Hook) While you was kissin that b**h under the mistletoe I was hustling this sh**, had to get this dough Everything was all good but now that her man know He gon put holes in yo a** like a tic tac toe n***a 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 k**ed for a b**h 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 n***as I was gonna blow the f** up Oh! Keep spreading the word Keep spreading the gospel Let these motherf**ers know Troy Ave that n***a Aye listen man I told n***as I’m worth 1.2 million They laughed at me Now look The price went the f** up I mean 2 million I mean I’m just counting money right now in this motherf**er mane BSB them n***as man We got the highest quality of street music across the lane I represent the east coast, New York City Real n***as worldwide just like me It’s a fact though BSB records, the future is here I’m the only n***a, and I speak chuck sh** in yo ear Yea, I seen other n***as get on What I do? I never hate it I stay humble and stay workin And I waited my motherf**in turn I’m like I ain’t waitin my turn, I’m makin my turn Yea