Trick or Treat

歌詞

[Intro] [car peeling out] [car revs then peels out] ("Listen to the track bitch!") It's Gucci Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat Stupid geek (tweakin) it's super street It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat [Gucci Mane] I flee the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall Home girl seen my auto mall and said let's go and have a ball Hold applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause Young'uns might just break the law, whole Squad be like "Damn the law" If what you seen ain't what you saw, Scary Movie, Saw 3 East Atlanta, whassup Santa, Alabama ride with me Glock nine on me, hot rod lonely Gucci ridin double wides, tractor-trailers, ponies What'chu mean? Bag of beans, same boy from the magazines Two AK's three magazines, make a stupid horror scene Orange Ferrari, purple trees, whippin like on gold D's Pimpin like I'm Goldie, listenin to the oldies It's Gucci! [Chorus] Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat Stupid geek... it's super street It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat Look at me, nigga look at me Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or treat And after a week, I cop another skreet A pretty car, nigga, trick or treat [Wooh Da Kid] Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our street But got the broma{?}er'y T, turn your wife into a freak Snatch the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat nigga You lookin sweet nigga {click clack} trick or treat nigga Trunk on thunder, candy paint mumble Why your tint so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under This Brick Squad, nigga what it do Ye ain't Brick Squad pussy nigga who is you? Money over e'rythang, even you If the General call then you better shoot BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth gon' pop the trunk [Chorus] [Slum Dunkin] Louis Vuitton, come take a flick You ain't takin shit, but you can take a click It's a nightmare when I pop up Got the top cut wit'cho lady chick We super geeked, I'm hella high Her mouth wet but mine stupid dry I'm movin slow like a zombie while she woppin me, she boppin me Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my neck I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that flex Now I'm bustin at him, I'm gunnin at him He runnin real quick with those funky feet He dead man, I'm toe taggin I'm a black bag him in white sheets I'm a flatline him, it's over with And he ain't comin back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!) Brick Squad some rude boys Don't play around, don't fuck with them I pull up on your block Let some shots off, you stuck with them I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A [Chorus] [Waka Flocka Flame] All these {?} girls call me wantin to fuck And Monique {?} the old ladies wanna fuck me I poke you to death like Chucky Came up in one year they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA! Semi little hussy {?} that's a get money getter All my girls got Waka Flocka on they {?} Don't need a school girl, need a down-ass slut Ten pack of bills I wanna roll and bite Fuck police, fuck police, no license on me In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feet Ten left, twenty right, dead guys on me I'm on E, it's Olde E, I think I'm 'bout to O.D. Some fly girls wanna swat me And it's gettin out of hand like I lost my arm Off the chain like I lost my job Hold my lotto ticket, girls love my charm Ballin like pimps, shit doesn't switch {?} ill, they love my sign And I think I'm James Brown I got funky feet Say Flock can't rap, I don't motherfuckin care FLOCKA! [Chorus]