holiday style

I don’t want the change, uh, don’t want the fame, uh
I’m doin' the same shit I was doin' in second grade, uh
I call my babe, uh, she doin' okay, uh
I gotta tell her she’s the one who makes my day, uh
I’m actin' a fool, sometimes I’m keepin' it cool
You stop ya hatin' and someday you’ll make it too, uh
Not that I’ve made it but I plan to make it soon, uh
I see the skies the stars alignin' for your doom
Hangin' with my dudes, sippin' Starbucks on the moon
Gingerbread drank in my cup, got an airline to Cancun, aye
Put your whole squad in a tomb, uh, always gettin' up before noon, aye
Wear the same fit like a toon, and Apollo Gang winnin' out the room and go swoon
Never been commitin' no crimes, 12 lookin' at me like a spy, aye
Drop a hundred beats on a line, gettin' my taste of American pie, aye
Saw little mama, she fine, might take her to dinner tonight, uh
Pull up and I knew I look fly, If she hesitate Ima' tell that girl bye, woo
Hangin' with my dudes, I’m hangin' with my bruh
It’s December 25th, we be trappin' with Santa, yuh
Yeah, I be trappin' with Santa, yuh
Ooh, I be trappin' with Santa
Hangin' with my dudes, I’m hangin' with my bruh
It’s December 25th, we be trappin' with Santa, yuh
Yeah, I be trappin' with Santa, yuh
Ooh, I be trappin' with Santa