(Ayo Pete, turn me up)

(Uh, yeah)
Uh, diamonds crystal clear (clear)
Beam up on the Glock
Got a red nose like reindeer
I ain’t gotta talk (talk)
I might just vanish (vanish)
Package landed so damn hard
It got me speaking Spanish (Spanish)
Ice upon my chain
D-D-Damn near caused an avalanche (yeah)
I feel like Rudolph with my hooligans
All I want for Christmas is a Springfield with a cooling kit
Neon Nightmare got me wishing for a private plane
I fly through Japanese with the teriyaki turbulence
Rain stains when I grip to wood grain
Stage fright, I never heard of that
Tires made by Michelin
I’mma fly back to Michigan
Maybach on my wishlist
Thеy fell asleep on my left wrist (RiFF)
Next Christmas
I’mma ball in this bitch
I feel likе Vince Carter when I Grant Hill
I’mma drink Sprite
My ice was polite
I might, throw it off the glass like Antonio McDyess
When I put bricks up under my shoulder pads
I feel like Friday Night Lights
You see them ceiling fans, that’s only five blades
I told you if we fly to Vegas
Ain’t no way we stay at Mandalay Bay
I need my paper, ¡Ándale!
RiFF RAFF ‘Ghanistan
Me and Dollar Mullet Man
That shit go hand in hand
I feel like Clay Matthews
Park Avenue was in baby blue
Baby blue hue
I bought a mansion out in Louisville
45 acres, I was pullin’ up like “Who is him?”
Pullin’ up in Rucker, and I ain’t even rockin’ Timbs
1994 and you at home playing Sims
5 AM, I stole the keys from the janitor
I’m breaking in the auxiliary gym
I’d, I’d, I’d throw it off the glass, hanging on the rim
But I dunked it first
You bought that bitch a purse
I broke the family curse
You made that shit worse
I’m in Europe with Fred Durst
All them folks dun’ heard of me
They steal my style like burglary
Cut through traffic like surgery (yeah)
I, I’m shaking dice with Tyler Perry
Sang a hook like Mariah Carey
Kindergarten cop
Yeah, I feel like Jeff Gordon feeling Vogues of the lot
I’m the Neon Nectarine Dream Team
Aston Martin jeans, emerald green on the seam
Alexander McQueen
Lean flavoured jelly beans (RiFF, uh, yeah)
I’m sippin’ bar at the Tony Robbins seminar
The Pontiac was a matte black (black)
I pay for questions, but that’s only if they ask
RiFF RAFF, last laugh
Lime on Jag, lemon lime on the paper tag
Take ‘em to the foreman, let ‘em fill up grocery bags
I’m out in UK with the fully diamond Toucan Sam
RiFF