Deck the opps versuri

Deck the opps lyrics by H-Dawg

Intro
Yo, we back
We back with another banger
Shout out to Ms. Patty
Glads all the guys, lets go

YO!

Verse 1
They call me a lyrical miracle
Cuz everytime I spit the opps go hysterical
My opposition list is numerical
And Saint Nicholas is at the Pinnacle

Verse 2
They be saying Mrs. Claus, smash or pass
The opps saying it won’t ever fucking last
Your boy, H-Dawg, back on the track, it’s official
This song better make it and be beneficial

Verse 3
When I was little, they said it’s a lie
On Christmas morning saw a nibble (OH MY!)
My cookies have gone can’t believe the eyes
Just wondering how your deer could just soar through the skies

Verse 4
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Saint Nick would soon be there
The whispers of magic danced on the floor
As I dreamed of the wonders just beyond the door

Bridge
SANTA You should fear me this year
On December 25th going from Florida to Cali
Big guy, we got unfinished business
So just meet me at the alley right after Christmas

PreChorus
Sleigh bells ringing won’t save you tonight
I’ll unwrap my schemes and I’ll put up a fight
I have to add another line here so JUST LET ME TYPE
*Mic feedback* („Come here you fatass!”)
*Static followed by beeping*

Chorus
Deck the opps, we ain’t missing no shots
Santa’s in the coupe, yeah we’re pulling on the block
Snow falling down, but we still moving hot
Gifts wrapped tight, but the hustle never stops

I’m saying deck the opps, riding through the chilly night
Ice on my wrist, just keep the vibe right
Haters gonna talk, but we stay out of sight
We run this game and watch the city lights

*Mic feedback*

Verse 5
Yo, Santa so fat he be sippin’ on Fanta
Before he eats, he equips a bandana
Shoutout to my Nana, she’s up there with santa
His ass treating her like Princess Diana

Verse 6
Santa throwing it back while eating some Popeyes
Can’t fit in his sleigh cuz he lost track of his size
With a belly full of chicken, where’s the Holiday cheer?
Man you should be flying, not munching all year

Verse 7
There’s little Joseph Jahmes
Selling his lemonade
After this shit drops
He ain’t getting no fucking fame

Verse 8
Twas the night before Christmas
With Santa Claus on my motherfucking hit-list
We storming the north
On December 24th

Conclusion
Yeah, Feliz Navidad
But never to my fucking Feliz Navi-OPPS

Instrumental

Santa
(Ho ho ho!
Merry Christmas)