Tis The Season – Xavier Wulf

Princess Mononoke chiefin’ chee out with Chiyoko
Fan bitches can’t come through, she tried to sneak a photo
I want a boss bitch, a C.E.O. or something, you know
A type of chick to beat a bitch if she get crooked, I know
Niggas capping, hat collection on another stature
Pull up popping passion, car look like exotic dancer
I’ma throw a temper tantrum, boy don’t even gamble
Bitch I’m hard to handle; attitude on Jimmy Santos
I jack a beat, collect the ransom, then I go ghost
I’m a ten-star meal, boy you just fried toast
Told that bitch ‘uh uh, nuh uh’, they ran a train you gotta go’
Wouldn’t tripped if they was balling bitch, but them niggas broke
I said ‘do better for yourself’ and shut the door
Now I’m splaying out the hundreds, switch the 50’s for some more
Oh, we hating again? Call me Mr. Crack-a-Nigga-Hoe
I swear to god she left ya ass, now her bags at the door
I stomp around wherever, I ain’t gotta tip-toe
Bitch I’m sneak Memphis repping, disrespect it, oh no
Now I gotta let ya hang from a barbed wire pole
Put you through it, I get truly ruthless when it’s time to go

(Bitch)
(Who, nigga?)