Slay Like Santa

Stack that paper and stay out the way How many racks I could fit in the safe? I'm a stepper, they know I don't play They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac' Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way I got manners, I nut on her face I won't hide for nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin' Ain't no secret, I'm big boy thuggin' Long live Honeycomb, I sold a brick on the ugly On the block outside with cutters Roll up a opp, straight fire the ganja I just need me a reason to snap Since Honeycomb died, I put bees in the trap (yeah) I got nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better My daddy name David, not Banner By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule She ridin' my dick on the chair And I'm hittin' her bare, panda Beat her back in my only agenda I just flew the lil' swoop from Atlanta Yeah, I rap, but I'm really a scammer Set up traps, got it boomin' in Tampa I'm tryna show her I like her, so I keep sendin' her roses, Amber I drop a ounce of that white, remix the clean, now it's Dirty Diana I'ma shooter, the Glock like a camera My name Kodak, you know, like the camera Too much pressure, that's all I'ma say Everybody know if they play, they gon' lay Killin' some haters again Still made some paper in the pen' Damn, he caught a innocent shell (yeah) I hope that don't count as a sin (uh) I'm a all around stepper, my friend Gucci down, Cartier lens Damn, I should've cuffed the lil' bitch, damn, I let a lame nigga win Niggas can't stand the rain You niggas don't stand a chance Chevrolet candy paint I spent a band in the Benz I'ma murk 'em, been lurkin' for weeks I step in whatever, Dior on my feet Ain't no nerd, but I love to geek I don't lie, but I steal, I kill, I cheat Stack that paper and stay out the way How many racks I could fit in the safe? I'm a stepper, they know I don't play They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac' Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way I got manners, I nut on her face I won't hide for nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin' --- Slay Like Santa - Kodak Black