St. Brick Intro

A igloo full of snow and a white stove

House full of naked hoes snortin' blow

It's so lonely at the top, plus it's real cold

A house full of hoes and they kickin' blow

I'm in Zone 6 aka the North Pole

Brr!

EA, GA

1-0-1-7, Wop, six

Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert

It’s the middle of December she pulled up in a skirt

Santa Claus of the hood, I pull up with the work

They call me East Atlanta Santa, run up on me, get murked

I'm just trapping through the snow

Sellin' nine half a bricks in four ways

Over the hills we go

Got an extendo and an AK (Rah-rah-rah!)

I'm a neighborhood philanthropist

I'm sellin' bales of cannabis

Preachin' like an evangelist

But I don't fuck with amateurs

I drive Spyders, yeah, tarantulas

My diamonds are immaculate

I'm not on no romantic shit

But I'm cookin' cocaine candle lit

I'm so trill, your hoe can't handle it

But damn, that bitch can suck a dick

Skeeted on her face and lip

'Cause Wop can't fuck no basic bitch

The teacher teachin' arithmetic

Show you how to whip a brick

Learn you how you run your clique

And told you how to kill a snitch

My lil' young girl, she a freaky chick

But damn she on that sneaky shit

Ran off with a half a zip

And now I got to slap a trick

All these record labels broke as shit

Ricky Dinky wreckin' shit

I sell more meth than a Mexican

My dog food, yeah, it's excellent

I done started sellin' Christmas tree, I'm tryna jingle bells, hoe

It's Christmas time, it's Hollis, Queens, I'm stompin' in my shell toes

Christmas time in '96, I asked Santa for twelve golds

But now Guwop got gifts to give, but I don't fuck with 12 though

Santa Claus in the city, bag full of goodies

I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a **** live

I'm tryna come down the chimney with a hunnid mill

I'm the Bricksquad boss, I'm like Santa Claus