Trick Or Treat

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak

I got golds inside my teeth, ***** I'm strapped out to the teeth

And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be

So I turn into a trapper, stuff them babies in the seat

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street

All these chains I'm Mr. T, ***** you don't wanna beef

And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be

But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see

No you're not my mans, no I

Don't wanna shake your hand gotta keep it to myself, no I

Can't give out my plans, you was the one for me, but I

Really loved them rubber bands, so you understand that I

Can never be your man

I hate myself too much, I never give me no credit

Swipe the debit then forget it, let it rain like confetti

These hoes keep begging on my celly

At 5 a.m but I'm ready

To getting that jelly, and bust on that belly

I bet it lil baby, I love when I get in that dough

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak

I got golds inside my teeth, ***** I'm strapped out to the teeth

And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be

So I turn into a trapper, stuff them babies in the seat

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street

All these chains I'm Mr. T, ***** you don't wanna beef

And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be

But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see

Trick or treat, I don't gotta speak

I talk on the beat

She a freak, yeah my ***** a freak

She just wanna skeet

Countin' bands

You only get paid like every other week

Yeah lil Boobie prices jumping like the value of a key

Keep a 'K, c**k it, let it spray

********** the fake

Pocket watching, Bobby smiling when they see you in your face

Get a rate, we gon' need a rake

Counting all this cake

If you sat inside this Lincoln wouldn't make it through the day

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak

I got golds inside my teeth, ***** I'm strapped out to the teeth

And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be

So I turn into a trapper, stuff them babies in the seat

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street

All these chains I'm Mr. T, ***** you don't wanna beef

And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be

But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see