[Intro]
Yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, huh, huh
I spoke to, huh, huh
I just spoke to my—

[Chorus]
I just spoke to my chop
It told me to slide on yo' block
Yuh, think you a cop
Like Judy how you finna hop
Feds think I'll talk, huh
I'm guilty slinging serve, not rock
What's in the box?
Yeah, Merry Christmas to my opps

[Verse 1]
Took a lil' break and all these rapper cosplayers thought they could fill in my shoes, yes
Feel like I'm Snape how I'm slithering in yo' neighborhood with switches on broomsticks
I think just ate, I think that I'm finna slay
Now blood on my new kicks
Shout out Harambe the way I'm going ape
They all know who the king of this zoo is
Drown him in a wishing well, wish you luck in hell (Yeah)
My stick casting shells not spells, I'm still an infidel (Yeah)
Detеctives ringing my bell, asking, "What's that? That smell?"
Catching bodiеs with no help, one hand like I'm Odell
[Verse 2]
Yuh, you's a baboon, I'm a chimp
Donkey Kong up in this—
Lollipop, my kinda licks
This sugar rush gave him a limp
Fire in my veins, I'll spend eternity
Bathing in the flames, it's fallen angel gang
Had the barrel to his jaw, he thought I did not have the guts
Shotgun took his head clean off, I guess my opps should learn to duck
My soul and my wardrobe still blacker than my lungs
When you in heaven, tell him that you seven sent, and that he's sending a milli' more up

[Chorus]
Spoke to my chop
It told me up the—
Think you a cop
Like Judy how you finna hop
Feds think I'll talk
I'm guilty slinging serve, not rock
What's in the box?
Yeah, Merry Christmas to my opps