[Intro: Futuristic]
What's poppin? It’s your boy Futuristic and Michael Minelli, man (Kota, you the goat, boy)
Merry motherfuckin' Christmas

[Verse: Futuristic]
What's poppin’? Oh, you n***as really thought that I stopped it?
You look like you work at Hot Topic
You faked your whole life, probably photoshopped it
Y'all bros all hoes, all gossip
I just get neck like ostrich
You tried to rap and you bought shit
Young fly spitter, first class on the cockpit
Ride up to the cock, spit, girl, just please me
Get caught but this rap too easy
D.Y. on the track, know that slap
Everything that we do too cold, come freeze me
Hands up like the police see me
Flow too sick, I got them all queasy
Know this beat been murked by legends
I'm right thеre with them, shout-out Weezy
Fiji, water in a glass with Ciroc
Gеttin' top like a muffin off the crock on the bop
On the low, I'ma go for the knot
That's a lie, takin' shots, all straight to the head
Ball like Harden, Olive Garden, know I'm goin’ straight to the bread
She blowin’ up my phone, she callin' up my home
I open the door, put tints in the bed, ew
[Chorus: Michael Minelli & with Futuristic]
Hey, what’s poppin'?
Brand new whip, just hopped in
Yeah, I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (Woah)
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in
My body got rid of them toxins
Yeah, SportsCenter, top ten

[Outro: Futuristic & Michael Minelli]
Sheesh
Make sure you go back, you bump all twelve days of Christmas, our new joint "2K"
It’s your boy Futuristic, at "onlyfuturistic", at "mrminelli"
Sheesh
Merry Christmas, yo
You little bitch (Ha, ha, ha)