Christmas Tree

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

My wrist so rocky, I'm cocky

Cat smell like Issey Miyake

I wanna drag her for jockey

She wanna dig in my pocket

You move a gold digger in

Bitch will live in your wallet

You start out taking her shopping

She end up spend all your profit

I just fall, I don't call

She eat balls and the bitch bring broads

Don't get your feelings involved with dogs

Feed her to the wolves that'll hang with the boys

Sippin on oil, we got her spoiled

Rollin up guards got gas in jars

All my cars foreign

Sittin on 4's

Damn you gorgeous, what you on

She on molly, I'm on chron

We put lean all in the dime

Camoflauge foamposites on

80k on me and hun

Shittin on niggas I got the runs

Pissy jewelry, yellow charm

Baby dissin, why so frizzy

Need to sit out in the sun

Peewee kiwi kush we blowin

Take your bitch that's what we on

Beat her up, RiRi Chris Brown

Diamonds dancin like James Brown

Pitch words like I'm on the mound

Baby know what I be on

I be in and out of time

I put my dick on her tongue

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

She turn me on, I'mma turn her on to me

And I turn her on, VVS all over me

Look at my arm, this Rolley got her feelin me

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

She turn me on, and I got ice all over me

I turn her on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]

Peewee Longway nasty ass

Hide that gas off in the past

Italian Stallion my watch rockin

VVS is my ear hockey

Longway Liberace

Karate chop the dope in huarache

Benihana eating steak and hibachi

Clap on, clap off, I'm rocking chandeliers

Pick ups, drop offs, I'm making drug deals

I got Christmas tree bells up making profit

On some crip shit, Longway blew the rastas

Sippin and spinnin still pourin up the codeine

Brick grip still coming down your chimney

Turnin me on and all now ya in the Remy

Blowin gas Mr. Lean with the white Remy

But rising diamond bars open, know you hear me

Super charged blue Hemi flyin down 20

Bought a Porsche just out the window, blue M&M

Can't stomach my bars, ain't as sick as him

I be hangin out with stars like wit Bush and them

Stems crushin my cigars like we kushin them

One button, push start, doing tricks in them

I'm talkin foreign cars, A&G kit'd them

She turn me on, I had to turn her on to Juice and them

And OJ turned her ass on to Gucc and them, Longway

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

She turn me on, I'mma turn her on to me

And I turn her on, VVS all over me

Look at my arm, this Rolley got her feelin me

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

She turn me on, and I got ice all over me

I turn her on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

[Verse 3: OJ Da Juiceman]

Christmas tree glass jewelry

Sell chickens for Patrick Ewing

In the sky just like a Boeing

Kill em wit the Murray and the Rollie

I don't eat steak, eat ravioli

And you hot cause you ho done chose me

I'm a young nigga from the hood my nigga

Got these racks out the Bouldercrest corner

Texaco soldier

Deuces in the water

6's on my Charger, whip the dope a little hard

Try to see me a way, nigga better profit

Keep white just like a Nazi

Got gas, long dreads like a Rasta

Calamari shrimp type play pasta

Make moves just like I'm a mobster

Like a young nigga trying to win an Oscar

Plug came and his first name Oscar

Gettin paid since I first start walking

I'm not poppin when I'm talkin

Young Juiceman trending topic

32 Entertainment

1017, how can we explain it

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

She turn me on, I'mma turn her on to me

And I turn her on, VVS all over me

Look at my arm, this Rolley got her feelin me

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

She turn me on, and I got ice all over me

I turn her on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree