I got three hoes, that's Kris Kringle
None of your shit is f*cking with my singles
Che stack them chips, nigga that's Pringles
Bitch from Costa, she bilingual
Watch how I shoot that boy, Joe Ingles
She wanna f*ck with Christian, no mingle
Nigga we press that boy, no wrinkle
Nigga we pressed that boy with a pistol
Watch how the hollow tips burst, they ripple
I know these niggas were never official
My niggas tougher than Diane bristles
Got a lil' bitch and she blowing the whistle
My niggas sending the threats and the missle
I know these niggas was never official
It ain't no cap, it ain't no cap
A nigga down bad
We used to sleep with the roaches and rats
Then scraped up the breesh for the pack in the trap
That's all we had
Turned a lil' 7 right into a half
How did you get here?
Riddle me that
Riddle me this
How are these niggas not f*cking with Chris?
Ignorance bliss
Deep as abyss
I got a foreign bitch, she do some tricks
And I got a sack, like I ran a blitz
Nigga you know I ain't going like Mitch
Going like Ace
I told that boy to just open the safe
I put that 40 right up in his face
He run them bands up you know he in shape
Got me cape, no doctor strange
I got three hoes, that's Kris Kringle
None of your shit is f*cking with my singles
Che stack them chips, nigga that's Pringles
Bitch from Costa, she bilingual
Watch how I shoot that boy, Joe Ingles
She wanna f*ck with Christian, no mingle