Yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah

Well, what brings you to chime this evenin'?
Fightin' love, fightin' hate or you're fightin' your clauses?
Mama tried to talk to you, wouldn't kee— keep it
Sad story, if I had to shoot 'em bet it's Santa Claus
I know you can get comfortable with it
I hit the candy and had to double up my digits (Woah)
My car is push-to-start, like, can you dig it?
Put it in the traffic, my key in your ignition
I know it get cold as nice
But you'll be a bad one, I wanna smoke some
I know it get hotter, yeah
I wanna smoke some

Yeah
Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)
Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh)
Type of shit I gotta focus on

Naughty or Nice? It be a story to tell (Yeah)
Sellin' the work, I had to push out the wish (Woah)
Me and my niggas, we steady dodgin' the list (Uh-huh)
Dodgin' the list, don't talk on the cell (Yeah)
Lean in my orange gift, I'm Rudolph and Frosty (Woah)
And in my own corners, I trap out the mail (Uh-huh)
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout and fuck your lil' scale
I bet it's gon' sell, I bet it's gon' sell
It's whatever with the don, you know I'm leadin' the gift (Uh)
You play around, I'll bet you won't get it back (Uh)
I hit your bitch, I guess you won't get it back, uh (Hahaha)
I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)

Yeah
Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh)
Type of shit I gotta focus on