[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
(DY Krazy)
All I want from Christmas is some all-gold teeth
Cowboy chief, hat on my head, rifle on the scene

[Chorus]
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest n***as 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)

[Verse 1]
Uh, round 'em up, just another day on the ranch
Brand new band in the Gucci pants, Codeinе cowboy, I'm a champ
Big-ass Gucci belt buckle, with a revolvеr in my pants
I bet you never went bull ridin' off a couple xans (Yee-haw)
I keep a lil' somethin' in my holster, 'cause if it go up, then it's over
I keep a lil' somethin' in my cup, codeine pourin', runneth over (Ah)
Put a lil' somethin' in her gut
She comin', she keep comin' over and over
We gettin' close, she my cowgirl, I feel her holster (Yee-haw)
Beverly hillbillies, countin' them real milli's
Dirtbikes poppin' them real wheelies (Yee-haw)
Beverly hillbillies, pass me a pill
I can't deal with it, deal with it all
[Chorus]
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest n***as 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)

[Verse 2]
Say he wanna have a shootout, n***a, where you at? (Uh)
I'm at the saloon gettin' slumped off the Jack (Uh)
Got a revolver on me, I'm gon' meet you in the back (Uh)
Shoot you in the face after we take these five steps (Uh)
Smith & Wesson five hundred in my grip
My new watch gon' cost five hundred, don't trip
I ain't talkin' 'bout whiskey when I say I got the drip
Gucci boots with the spurs so the haters gon' trip, yeah
Haters gon' trip, yeah
I'm robbin' them for their loot, they ain't gon' do shit
Old broke-ass son of bitch

[Chorus]
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest n***as 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)