F*** with me, you know I wrapped it
F*** with me, you know I stacked it
Bad elf hope she baked it.
Come chill with me, Beyoncé naked
A little over a year ago I was in layaway
Now I’m back outside, reaping cashback and holiday pay
Everything lit for kings in December mode
North Face zipped, Santa checking my wardrobe.
They don’t get it, all the lights and the ice
Why we love shiny things on a cold winter night.
It’s ancestral or at least that’s what I say
Really I just like LED reindeer in my driveway
Don’t judge the kids cause they want new kicks.
It’s in our genes or at least in the gift list
We don’t know history but we know Prime
If it ships before Christmas then we doing just fine
F*** with me, you know I wrapped it
F*** with me, you know I stacked it
Bad elf hope she baked it.
Come chill with me, the cocoa activated
Just landed in Europe, sleigh delayed
Duty free bags, tourist phase
Money talk, I speak gift receipt
Ugly sweater, still elite
Look at me, I’m pure cheer
Whole fam pulling up for the year
I don’t bop, I do the money dance
My girl wishlist cost a hundred grand
Red coat, watch me slide
Fresh snow, Frosty outside
F*** with me, you know I got it
Amazon knows my address by heart, b****
Hov just landed in Rome, snowfall
All hail, Caesar got tinsel on
Cent’anni, Feliz Navidad
Do the money dance with Nonna and Dad
Still getting that dinero, ho ho ho
Even if the card decline once, reload
Blackjack table at the Christmas fair
Unlimited credit, Santa don’t care
Got grudges from the group chat
But it’s Christmas, we squash that
Pull off slow in a rented sleigh
Two hundred on the dash, just kidding okay
Lucky Luciano, that’s the vibe
But it’s more Home Alone than mob ties
Piano playing carols, keys everywhere
El Padrino carving turkey with flair
Villa in Venice, sipping mulled wine
Not bad for a kid who forgot gifts last time
Y’all know like we know, I got it
F*** with me, you know I wrapped it
F*** with me, you know I stacked it
Bad elf hope she baked it
Come f*** with me, it’s Christmas, relax man
Riding big down the snowy street
Matching pajamas, satin sheets
Bad dish, she a masterpiece
Got a bad dish, she mastered peas.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve Jay Z came to say
“Kanye with ur polo so bright, won’t u glide my sleigh tonight”
Come f*** with me, it’s Christmas, relax man
Bad dish she mastered peas
:beylaugh: :mjshock:
I just landed in your home nigga
Love it @op
Is he asking Beyoncé to chill with him?
Or is he asking us to chill with him because Beyoncé is naked?
They don’t understand the things I want for Christmas
All my brothers jolly brother Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁
You say you wrapped it, that’s decorative tape
I see empty boxes, just ornaments fake
You stack it? Nah, that’s a mall-credit myth
Receipt longer than your list of gifts
Bad elf baked it? Smells store-bought
Microwaved bars, still half-thawed
You talk December kings, I check the crown
Tinsel ego, one tug, it’s coming down
North Face zipped but your story thin
Cold lines, frostbite where the heat been
You blame ancestry for shiny things
Nah, that’s impulse buys and dopamine swings
You don’t know history, you said it yourself
Prime delivery mindset, no depth on the shelf
You wrapped it—but it’s empty inside
Bow on the box, still nothing to hide
Cocoa activated, cheer on lease
Seasonal joy with an expiry date, capiche
Europe sleigh delayed, duty-free dreams
Tourist flexes, postcard schemes
Money talk? You speak store credit tongue
“Elite sweater” but the fit still wrong
Whole fam pull up, I hope they proud
‘Cause the bars ain’t loud, just volume cloud
Wishlist costs? Numbers exaggerated
Like mall Santas—over-celebrated
Red coat sliding, Frosty outside
But your drip melts quick when the temps rise
Amazon knows your address by heart
‘Cause returns been playing a major part
Hail Caesar with the tinsel crown
History cosplay, bars still pound-for-pound down
You dance with Nonna, that’s wholesome, true
But the money dance still tripping on you
Card decline? “Reload” you say
That’s the sound of debt dressed festive, okay
Blackjack at the fair, Santa don’t care
House always wins, hope you aware
Group chat grudges, “we squash that” line
Seasonal peace don’t mean you fine
Rented sleigh flex, joke on the dash
Even your punchlines laugh at the math
Lucky Luciano? Nah, Home Alone
Just you, traps, and a big empty tone
Piano carols, keys everywhere
But no key change—same note, I swear
Villa in Venice, mulled wine sip
But the verse still stuck in the holiday gift-shop script
“Forgot gifts last time,” that part hit hard
‘Cause effort ain’t something you charge to the card
You say “fuck with me,” seasonal bravado
I unwrap the act—see-through façade though
I don’t need lights for my bars to glow
They warm the room when the snow get cold
So wrap it again, stack it again
Still last year energy under new pens
It’s Christmas—relax, I’ll leave you this
A diss under the tree labeled practice, kid.