Merry White Christmas - Troy Ave

Who the hottest in New York?

It’s really no debating

Real niggas say Ave the fake suckers be hatin

Like he nice but that nigga read rhymes off his iPhone

No, nigga I’m texting your girl meet me at my home

I always had dreams of a million while they was chillin

I’m a new Benz 4 wheelin from dope dealing

With a Rollie off crack and a Rollie off rap

But I hit you a few times if you tryna take that

I’m ticked off, got on from a brick of salt

Was getting mad money OT when it kicked off

Out here I had a spot two doors down with heaters in the wall

And the fiends lined up like sneakers on the wall

Watch for the sneaks in the hall you peep

When you get em high, 05, take you down at yo peek

I done made widows made niggas get the point

I mush the codeine without the PCP in my joint

8 trey bags, shipped in for marijuana

Got my chips up, had em flown in from Kilofornia

For the lower price, a nigga done rolled the dice

Lost 100 grams once, I ain’t mail the shit twice

Made a tray already, I’m still up they could have it

Ain’t like I can call and say, where’s my package?

If I take a loss then fuck it, I’m still gon eat

But as long as a nigga undefeated in these streets

It’s all good, it’s all good

Baby it’s all good, it’s all good

I’m from a broke hood

Where the guns go (blap)

And these niggas runnin

Cus they fuckin hoes

And we them niggas

And you fuckin know

Troy Ave motherfucker, I’m about to blow

(Hook)

While you was kissin that bitch under the mistletoe

I was hustling this shit, had to get this dough

Everything was all good but now that her man know

He gon put holes in yo ass like a tic tac toe

Nigga life’s a gamble, I’m into the risk

I bet it all every day just to get to the chips

I can’t afford to be played or get killed for a bitch

Thank the Lord as we pray, Merry White Christmas

I’m on a BQE with 2 pistols in the car

And the light uptown, big booty spanish broad

You know a nigga picky, hovain here with me

And my homie Hennessey D, whippin the 7−60

Later on at night I’mma bury it in the dope

But for now I’m hitting Queens up for a plate of that curry coke damn

I don’t know what the fuck I want on the side

Matter fact you can give a nigga macaroni pie

I stay with cheese and shells, my squares flow steady

It’s really like I’m here eating already

I got 400 in this shoebox for real

I’m 600 away from making a mill

Give me 2 M’s today, I’m taking a deal

But for now this the motherfuckin gangsta grill

(Hook)

While you was kissin that bitch under the mistletoe

I was hustling this shit, had to get this dough

Everything was all good but now that her man know

He gon put holes in yo ass like a tic tac toe

Nigga life’s a gamble, I’m into the risk

I bet it all every day just to get to the chips

I can’t afford to be played or get killed for a bitch

Thank the Lord as we pray, Merry White Christmas

(Outro)

Merry White Christmas

My gift to the world is nothing but dope music

I promise to restore the feeling

Men do what they say and say what they mean

I told niggas I was gonna blow the fuck up

Oh!

Keep spreading the word

Keep spreading the gospel

Let these motherfuckers know

Troy Ave that nigga

Aye listen man

I told niggas I’m worth 1.2 million

They laughed at me

Now look

The price went the fuck up

I need 2 million

I mean I’m just counting money right now in this motherfucker mane (PowderRRR)

B$B them niggas man

We got the highest quality of street music across the lane

I represent the east coast, New York City

Real niggas worldwide just like me

It’s a fact though

B$B records, the future is here

I’m the only nigga, not spittin chuck shit in yo ear

Yea, I seen other niggas get on

What I do?

I never hate it

I stay humble and stay working

And I waited my motherfucking turn

I’m lying I ain’t wait my turn, I made my turn

Yea

Harry Powder, Gangsta Grillz, ya bastards