Trap Santa - DDG

Ho ho ho ho ho ho

Ayo, Santa!

Trap Santa, pullin' up in a Phantom

He from the North Pole, flew in from Atlanta

Country grammar like he from Alabama

He substitute the reindeer for black panthers

Santa gon' make it rain (Rain), Santa gon' make it snow (Snow)

Santa got seven elves (Seven), but he got plenty hoe’s (Ho ho ho ho)

Santa like Christmas trees (Yeah), Santa like cookie dough (Sss)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (Ahh)

Christmas comin' early for me this year

Hop up in the sleigh and put that thang into gear

She do what Santa say, bring that thang over here

Big bag, big checks, yeah, that’s what she like to hear

Trap Santa, pullin' up in a Phantom

He from the North Pole, flew in from Atlanta

Country grammar like he from Alabama

He substitute the reindeer for black panthers

(Is that Santa?)

[Chorus: Nakkia Gold &

DDG

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (Yeah, I be dippin' through your hood)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (And if you see me, say, «What's good»)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (Yeah, I be dippin' through your hood)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa

(DDG, yeah)

Send those trappers through it all winter, man, I can’t wait (Yeah)

Presi’s bustin' out them wrappers and it’s late, late

I told Santa skip them houses if them cookies ain’t baked

I bought Birken bags for Christmas, baby, Santa ain’t fake

Bae, I’m him, bae, I’m him (No cap)

Tatted on my body, I’ma ink up every limb

Got a shorty in New York, I’m finna send her ass some Timbs

I ain’t trippin' on no gifts 'cause I just made another M, huh

Ho ho ho, huh, Merry Christmas

It’s like every time I bust I become very distant

I don’t know bro like that, our friendship is very business

Trap Santa got them racks for the hoe’s every Christmas

Trap Santa, pullin' up in a Phantom

He from the North Pole, flew in from Atlanta

Country grammar like he from Alabama

He substitute the reindeer for black panthers

(Is that Santa?)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (Yeah, I be dippin' through your hood)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (And if you see me, say, «What's good»)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (Yeah, I be dippin' through your hood)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa

Yeah, I got packs, on packs, on packs (Pack)

New coupe all black, on black, on black

New bae, she don’t know how to act (Act)

I hit it back, to back, to back

From the bank to the mall

Yeah, I know you want it all

Yeah, I’m short, money tall

I’ma show you how to ball (Let's go)

Trap Santa, he ain’t got no manners

Gucci slippers and some red and white pajamas (Gucci, Gucci, Gucci)

Pull up at 3 AM 'cause she don’t check the cameras (Uh)

Ain’t got no chimney so I bust in with the hammer (Yeah)

Christmas comin' early for me this year

Hop up in the sleigh and put that thang into gear

She do what Santa say, bring that thang over here

Big bag, big checks, yeah, that’s what she like to hear

Trap Santa, pullin' up in a Phantom

He from the North Pole, flew in from Atlanta

Country grammar like he from Alabama

He substitute the reindeer for black panthers

(Is that Santa?)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (Yeah, I be dippin' through your hood)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (And if you see me, say, «What's good»)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa (Yeah, I be dippin' through your hood)

Trap Santa, Trap, Trap Santa