[Chorus]
Sippin' red wine and drip it like Fanta (Fanta)
Runnin' up the opposition, ride up on 'em, Panda (Panda, Panda)
RJ Christmas, Santa, Santa, Santa (Santa)
And my big bro don't know 'bout banter (Banter)
Uh, it's RJ Christmas, this finna be a lit-mas (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
I been on the go (Skrrt), my mandem, yeah, they bros
On the road, we gotta make it go (Skrrt)
I got diamonds, water froze (Ice), black on black, it's Oreo's (Oreo)
She wanna know the story, yo (Story, yo)
She eat the worm like morio (Morio), yeah
And the bed all gory, and you fucked, like tories (Ayy, ayy), uh
'Nother bro on the news, man, you don' let us loose (Chi), yeah
Picking off the opps, like it's Duck, Duck, Goose
Yeah, my Louis be all new (Nice), my story, it don' blew twice
Once when I was 6, the other when I met 'SI (Yeah)
Don't fuck around, me and your girl linked (Yeah)
Took her to the crib, showed her the mink (Yeah), uh
She asked for a ring as soon as we end night (Yeah), uh, uh (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, I'm a slipknot, not on Tik Tok (No), uh
Fuck a wrist watch, I like big clocks (Grr), uh
Big up my man, fuck a white van (Yeah)
Man, I grew up, grew up, grew up on this shit (Yeah, yeah)
On this shit (Yeah, yeah), on this shit (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, on this shit (Bro, show 'em what we made of)
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh
Sippin' red wine and drip it like Fanta (Fanta)
Runnin' up the opposition, ride up on 'em, Panda (Panda, Panda)
RJ Christmas, Santa, Santa, Santa (Santa)
And my big bro don't know 'bout banter (Banter)
Uh, it's RJ Christmas, this finna be a lit-mas (Ayy)
Yeah, RJ Christmas finna make this a lit-mas (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bro, show 'em what we made of)

[Verse 2]
I guess the story paid off, yeah, the oppositions way off
(Way off, way off, way off) Bitch, they way the fuck off
Man, fuck your drug spots (Yeah, yeah)
I done came up on the run, yeah
My mandem don' paid they funds
But they is still is gon', gon' run
Around and shoot their gun (Bow-bow)
Uh, the gun go bow-bow, wow-ow
Bust his fuckin' .9 and that shit got a sound (Sound, sound)