Grinch (feat. Yukidomari, Leontharchitect, JoshRin, Tolka & luckyy)

Bitch I'm the Grinch You ain't hiding any presents from my grasp Mac 11 on my lap Boutta make him bust it back Make him flinch He ain't tryna save his stash More like tryna save his ass Got a muthafuckin blade In the cut be how I rap Rollin thru the city With my glock beam tucked Tying up the big man Now I'm feeling real stumped I wear his belt on my shoes Now I know this ain't enough I know my names on that list Screaming this shit sucks This how I do to survive No it ain't a hit list No matter how I take him out Cuz all the homies assist All I wanted was some love And just to be a kid So Imma pistol wip the hoe For all my boys back home P Pull up in the rari Bitch might call right back Well distinguished by his beard And his big fat rack His name is Santa Claus He put my ass on the naughty list Now he's mad at me Shit I better get out of this I- I- I'm like nah hold my ground Pull the blick and turned around Put a point between his eyes Reindeers lookin from the skies Just went and took his sleigh Looked down oh shit he boutta spray Went and had to flip the switch So I could put him in a ditch Bitch I'm the Grinch You ain't hiding any presents from my grasp Mac 11 on my lap Boutta make him bust it back Make him flinch He ain't tryna save his stash More like tryna save his ass Got a muthafuckin blade In the cut be how I rap All these pussies talking on my name But they don't even know what hit 'em Wrap it around his neck Cockin it back and then I split 'em All I see is red And now I'm smoking up on that green Then I grab him by his Two lobes Twist bones Smile on my face But I be swiping it for the team But now I see these two stones No drones Now I'ma shoot to kill I don't see no wrapped up box Laughing up in my face But these bells gotta stop My wife left me For that santa bitch She took it in the cunt So I left and snitched Rolling with the coal You a son of a bitch I aint fucking with the hoe I'm done with that shit Two shots on that motherfucking car though I be rolling deep with my old brevado Fuck your sleigh you a lonely desperato I dont need a gift ill just take the cargo Bitch I'm the Grinch You ain't hiding any presents from my grasp Mac 11 on my lap Boutta make him bust it back Make him flinch He ain't tryna save his stash More like tryna save his ass Got a muthafuckin blade In the cut be how I rap