Nuckafternamos - Yeezys for Christmas (feat. RAY, Bikko Gang, Young Jeff, Jack's Jugs & Douglas) Lyrics

I want Yeezys for Christmas
A new grill for New Year's
And I wanna be famous
I wanna hear all the cheers
I want Yeezys for Christmas
A new grill for New Year's
And I swear I'll be famous
I'm gonna hear the cheers
I want Yeezys for Christmas
And oh, I think that you miss this
You use to be my misses
'Bout a year ago on my wishlist (Huh)
But I don't really care anymore
You're only on this track 'cause I like this flow
I found a new honey now
I'm 'bout to blow up, gonna snatch that crown
Like it's something I founded
And I'm so astounded
By all the love that I got for my EP
The darkness is gone life is easy
I'm doing what I love I feel breezy
Dear Santa I want some Yeezys
Blue tint are the ones that'll please me
That's all that I'm asking this season
Alright Santa, I'll give you a reason
I've been nice, even when she want me naughty
Got a black Gucci belt in karate
I've been safe too, I don't want a daughter
Or a son, I'm not fit to be a father yet
And I've been so good to the people
Putting on talent through the speakers
Spreading love just to combat the evil
Making music for a way I can speak through
A sequel? You want a sequel
Have a single man I'm working on the debut
I could do this for the rest of my life
Y'all already love project I gave you
Making big moves all night in the studio
Namos gonna be a name that'll soon be known
I wanna work with Kanye, be his prodigy
I ain't like these other artists, I'm an oddity
It's the most wonderful time of the year
Layers on layers on layers to flex the gear
BikkoBrand getting big on my behalf
Now make some room while I flex all of my Raf
I want Yeezys for Christmas
A new grill for New Year's
And I wanna be famous
I wanna hear all the cheers
I want Yeezys for Christmas
A new grill for New Year's
And I swear I'll be famous
I'm gonna hear the cheers
Bikko Gang 'bout to break out on the beat
Put that pussy in the oven, that's a baked treat
Sugasaurus on that motherf*cking track boy
Buy a bowl, learn to motherf*cking pack boy
We were lost, but nah now we thriving though
Dab down after school, no driving though
Trappin' coils, smoking gas, I'm in the high life
Got me out like an unplugged nightlight
Going hard like it's motherf*cking fight night
Eyes low, going motherf*cking night night
Trappin' everything to count up the checks
Ford flex, Infinex, Bikko next (Yuh)
Bikko, where the tree though? (Where)
Trappin' all this dank by the kilo (Trap)
Memphis with the juke got me tip toe (Huh)
Pass this shit let the Rooster crow (Ah)
Imma f*ck your bitch in a sauna (Ooh)
Hit it so hard call it blunt force trauma (Ah)
If you f*ck with us then you a goner
On a Namos track? Shit that's an honor (Hey)
Sugas got ghosted
And now he ghosts dabs
Spend Christmas in London
And New Years in France
We livin' the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I'm back on the track, yeah those were my friends
I felt kinda giving and the giving never ends
Ain't that right Young Jeff? Yeah that's right Namos
Sittin' with my bros, starring at the sky
I know they could look me dead in the eye
And tell my everything, not a single lie
I feel like a kid when Santa came
Namos and Young Jeff, learn that name
You can't bring us down, you can't tame
Yeezys not for the money, not for the fame
Reebok on your feet, thats a damn shame
Young Jeff (Aye)
I want Yeezys for Christmas
A new grill for New Year's
And I wanna be famous
I wanna hear all the cheers
I want Yeezys for Christmas
A new grill for New Year's
And I swear I'll be famous
I'm gonna hear the cheers
(Have a tree-mendous holiday)