Tricks, No Treats
Tricks, no treats
Count Dracula can suck these beats
No other monster can ever compete
Without your fear I feel incomplete
See a dime walking around these streets at night
Can't use your pillow case to hold all my white
Slip a few edibles into your kid's bag
I can't go a single day not taking a drag
Got your kids dressing like Mia Khalifa
Gonna put you out like a hit of anesthesia
I say I got my lean and I got my dope
Getting fucked up is just how I cope
Tricks, no treats
I'm the one who rules around these streets
Taking Hennessy and taking a fee
If someone's gonna die it'll probably be me
Hitting it up like Elon Musk
If you screw with me you're gonna get fucked
We all get into the spirit of the season
By taking LSD for no good reason
Making some bets and making that candy
All my plugs really come in handy
Tonight might be about orange and black
But all I see is red and I'm taken aback
Law can never catch me going
Your daughter be out here hoeing
Unzip my pants and she starts blowing
While I'm in the booth here flowing
Tricks, no treats
Blood's a part in all my sweets
Lacing my candy with a little bit of snow
Selling it out to make me some dough
Waste the night away with a bottle of whiskey
Everyone told me it was pretty risky
I sip my last drop of my cup of lean
And I probably won't survive to next Halloween
Count Dracula can suck these beats
No other monster can ever compete
Without your fear I feel incomplete
See a dime walking around these streets at night
Can't use your pillow case to hold all my white
Slip a few edibles into your kid's bag
I can't go a single day not taking a drag
Got your kids dressing like Mia Khalifa
Gonna put you out like a hit of anesthesia
I say I got my lean and I got my dope
Getting fucked up is just how I cope
Tricks, no treats
I'm the one who rules around these streets
Taking Hennessy and taking a fee
If someone's gonna die it'll probably be me
Hitting it up like Elon Musk
If you screw with me you're gonna get fucked
We all get into the spirit of the season
By taking LSD for no good reason
Making some bets and making that candy
All my plugs really come in handy
Tonight might be about orange and black
But all I see is red and I'm taken aback
Law can never catch me going
Your daughter be out here hoeing
Unzip my pants and she starts blowing
While I'm in the booth here flowing
Tricks, no treats
Blood's a part in all my sweets
Lacing my candy with a little bit of snow
Selling it out to make me some dough
Waste the night away with a bottle of whiskey
Everyone told me it was pretty risky
I sip my last drop of my cup of lean
And I probably won't survive to next Halloween
Credits
Writer(s): Logan Bundschuh
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