Santa Got Da Strap
Lil Gob:

I been around kid    don’t  Like ya gift
You gotta sit down  Bitch I’ll take you to the battleground
Be thankful I got you somethin’
Or your ankles I’ll be bustin YUH!

Taking names checking my list   twice
Coal in ya stockin gotta be   nice
Flow so hot wrist too cold Better back
Down other rappers I’m gold

Got my santa hat on    Kyle Miller gonna make me
YAWN when he rap Kid your flow ain’t phenomenon
Come on   rap skills flat gotta
Grab the gat so you stop spittin scat AYE

Got my sight on Big nog he perspiring
Kid do you got tik tok i’m inquiring
Cause if you’re a new soul boy I’ll be firing
But if your name Big nog you’re expiring

Lil Snow:

Ornaments and stocking stuffers`
Christmas season’s getting tougher
Makin’ the hot cocoa mix and drinkin’ it
Sittin’ n tryna see if my ugly santa sweater fit

Unwrapping n screaming “how did you know mom”
Reminding ourselves of that fa-mi-ly bond
Eating up food like it’s Thanksgiving too
And I’m in a good mood gifts have all been issued

Back in my room now I’m in solitude
Christmasseason is over n’ new years is soon
Everything inbetween is a short interlude
And to santa I give my full servitude

To be good and be kind for the rest of my life
And avoid all the strife
To get on the nice… list
You’ve been blinded by holiday mist (snow!)


Lil Litch:
Lil’ Litch on this bitch..

Winters fucking cold but Imma bring the heat
All these old school rappers now better take the back seat
Coal as a gift don’t worry about the gift wrap
Ice on my wrist, Santa’s tryna sit on my lap

Gold diggers follow me on Twitter
Pour liquor in the sipper so the family doesn’t bicker
Please just leave the presents at the front door
Going to the general store on my armored dinosaur

Now THAT verse doesn’t make sense
Gonna go home and spend time with the ‘rents
My momma’s busy cookin’ up the cocoa
Daddy’s sittin’ in his chair goin’ loco!


Yung Frosty:

Kids are out here choking, they don’t want any coal in their stockings
Fear of being naughty got these kids sleep talking, sayin’
“swear I been a really good boy this year, full of
Cheer, please lemme’ have a toy this year?”

Crybabies plea like they amputees
Between screams singing carols like do re mi
Lil po-ny be-neath the-tree in their wildest dreams
Kid, take a knee, ol saint nick don’t want your greed
Clout? that ain’t what this holiday’s about
Song soundin’ like your studio’s in nuclear fallout
Your rap skills are wack, rhymes so pathetic
Took a fortnight on your track, but you only got half credit!

In the Hall of the Mountain King
It’s reindeer season and I’m out huntin’
Snow-ballin’  my account earnings
Brazil to Beijing, we’re sleighing full swing!