xmas type beat

And Noah's Backwood grew three times larger that day…
(Yay!)
Noah, that shit was crazy! Yeah
Let's go, you and me prettyboy
(That's that nigga Noah bruh I swear to God)
(GTTC!)
And I put my wrist on the motherfucking ice
He don't wanna talk? Lil baby, we could fight, aye
And I'm getting guap up every single night, aye
I be on the list, is you naughty, is you nice? (Aye)
Let me clarify, I don't even throw the hands
I be prettyboy, I be getting to these bands, aye
And they outside, and they smoking on some, damn
And they outside and they smoking on ya mans, aye
Come here boys and girls, gather all around
I'm telling a story, Noah and Corey from the ground, aye
They had had a gift, don't know how it found
They was making nothing into something out of sound, aye
Southside hit the stage
Southside made it rage
Corey hit the lab
He make it behave
Yeah, it be niggas asking
"The fuck did he say?" (Uh)
Me and Corey laugh to the motherfucking bank, uh
Yeah, and if you ever cap on my motherfucking mans, uh
You gone wake up with no motherfucking hands, yeah
Leave your grandma in the car with no fan, aye
Tell the IRS, uh
Who and how you scam, uh
I just need some, yes (Uh)
I just need some bands (Aye)
Say it with your chest, uh
Shit that I demand, uh
Baby I'm the man, uh
Baby you my girl, uh
You had fucked it up, now I'm lost up in the world, aye
And I keep my wrist on the motherfucking ice, yeah
Merry X-mas, on my nigga Jesus Christ, aye
Looking on the list, is you naughty, is you nice, aye
Nigga got some grips, then we probably got it right, aye (Ho, ho, ho!)
Yeah (Merry Christmas!)