Trap Santa

Trap Santa

Pulling up in a phantom

From the North Pole flew in from Atlanta

Country grammar

Like he from Alabama

He substitute the reindeer for black panthers

Santa gone make it rain

Santa gone make it snow

Santa got 7 elves

But he got plenty hoes

Santa like Christmas trees

Santa like cookie dough

Trap Santa

Trap, trap, Santa

Christmas comin early for me this year

Hop up in the slay and put that thing into gear

She do what Santa say

Bring that thing over here

Big bag big check

Yea that’s what she like to hear

Trap Santa

Pulling up in a phantom

He from the North Pole flew in from Atlanta

Country grammar

Like he from Alabama

He substitute the reindeer for black panthers

Trap Santa trap trap Santa

(Yeah I be dippin through yo hood)

Trap Santa trap trap Santa

(And if you see me say what’s good)

Trap Santa trap trap Santa

(Yeah I be dippin through yo hood)

Trap Santa trap trap Santa

DDG, yea

Send those trappers through all winter

Man I can’t wait

Prezies busting off those rappers and its late late

I told Santa skip those houses if them cookies aint baked

I buy Birkin bags for Christmas baby Santa ain’t fake

Bae I’m him

Bae I’m him

Tatted on my body ima ink up every limb

Got a shorty in New York I’m finna send her ass some timbs

I aint trippin on no gifts

Cuz I just made another M

Hoe, hoe, hoe

Merry Christmas

It’s like every time I bust

I become,

Very distant

I don’t know bro like that her friendship is very business

Trap Santa got the racks for the hoes

Every Christmas

Trap Santa

Pulling up in a phantom

He from the North Pole flew in from Atlanta

Country grammar

Like he from Alabama

He substitute the reindeer for black panthers

Trap Santa trap trap Santa

(Yeah I be dippin through yo hood)

Trap Santa trap trap Santa

(And if you see me say what’s good)

Trap Santa trap trap Santa

(Yeah I be dippin through yo hood)

Trap Santa trap trap Santa

Yeah I got packs on packs on packs

New coupe all black on black on black

New bae she Don’t know how to act

I hit it back to back to back

From the bank to the mall

Yeah I know you want it all

Yeah I’m short, Money tall

Ima show you how to ball

Trap Santa

He ain’t got no manners

Gucci slippers and some red and white pajamas

Pull up at 3am cause she don’t check the cameras

Ain’t got no chimney so I bust in with the hammer

Christmas comin early for me this year

Hop up in the slay and put that thing into gear

She do what Santa say

Bring that thing over here

Big bag big check

Yea that’s what she like to hear

Trap Santa

Pulling up in a phantom

He from the North Pole flew in from Atlanta

Country grammar

Like he from Alabama

He substitute the reindeer for back panthers

(Repeat 4x)

Trap Santa

Trap, Trap, Santa