[Intro: Louis Prima]
Down the chimney, he will come
With his great big smile
And you'll find that even the kiddies
Are swingin' in the latest style (Yo, IV, doin' magic)
Ah

[Verse]
That’s what Notti said when he got poked
If that was me, would’ve had my own pole
Backdoor who? Gotta watch for your bro
Shhh, like, the day that I see ‘em, I’mma throw
Oh, they want smoke? Let’s make a show
Like, peter roll, he up there with his bro
Notti dead, this shit a joke?
Like, I can’t wait ‘til I catch DudeyLo
She tryna fuck ‘cause I drop a O
Let's see the drop but I already know
If shе tryna line me, she gon’ meet Bobby
Meet thе reverend, that n***a got smoked
We smoke Dotty, that n***a poked
We ran through the Mitch, we threw at the Loccs
Fuck Boska, Charlie, don’t run, where you goin’?
Like, I catch WinterDaBrat, I’mma throw
Tryna backdoor who? I’m really dangerous
Some days, I forget that I’m famous
Say they smokin’ on who? They got me anxious
Like, EBS sanctioned
We gon’ sweep ‘em, you n***as hatin’
Y’all don’t got no knocks, y’all don’t put no pain in
Catch lil’ shhh, like, I’m tryna flame ‘em
Backdoor (AAAHHH)
Can't forget about Setty (like, what?)
Can't forget about Smelly
UE, Budda, Bobby, deady
Like, talkin’ on Zoey, this shit can get heavy (AAAHHH)
If she chill with them n***as, then duck wit’ ‘em too
That’s word to bro, when I upped then they flew
Like, free Stacks, free Juice
Like free get-back, he go dumb with the shhhh (AAAHHH)
All I see is red
Grah, grah, boom, rock ‘em right to bed
If he with his bitch, hit ‘em head to head
I don’t care if they runnin’, leave everything dead
Gotta tell bro “Don’t aim for no leg”
Show no remorse, we gon’ flock at his head
Like, fuck Dotty, he dead
Like, Country, I know that he fled (AAAHHH)
I’m tryna jump ‘em, hop out and flame ‘em, rearrange ‘em
I’m a demon, no, they cannot tame ‘em
Tell ‘em free Banga, like, we tryna bang ‘em (AAAHHH)
Rundown pussy, was not tryna shake it
Like free Lotti, was punchin’ on faces
He caught a opp in the spot, what you claimin’?
41K, better tighten your laces
Don't run, get to throwin’ them bullets like Matrix, give out aces
Ain’t no throwin’ them bullets, that’s basic
Tell ‘em “Don’t run” when these bullets is racin’ (AAAHHH)
Choppa, you dirty, you not even dangerous, what you claimin’?
He from OT, what is you bangin’?
Now, when I see you, I’mma leave ‘em danglin’ (AAAHHH)
D-DooWop, C-Hii, Rippy, Nazzy
Bobby, Blay, can’t forget about Cobby
Yellow, Diddy, Noah, Notti (AAAHHH)
They never made it to mommy
JB, Mezzy, they go with Charlie
I smoke Boomer, WooK party
It’s nowhere to go, he got turned to a Marley
Ray Deady was dumber than dumb, I’m sorry (AAAHHH)
Tryna backdoor who? Tryna backdoor me?
The first one I see, I make him pick his feet
41K, all them n***as is sweet
Ain’t no rockabye baby, put him to sleep
Ratty, Boska, Noah got beat
It’s Edot Baby, he was on E
I'm like, what you gon’ do when you run into me?
AAAHHH