pumpkins scream in the dead of night (remix) [feat. Freddie Dredd]
Gasper, what the hell you doin'?
I just had to do it on my own shit
I just had to do her on some cold shit
I just got these bitches in my cold crib
Know you see me lookin' like a ghost, bitch
Ayy, like a ghost, bitch
I just seen 'em lookin' when I rode in
Ayy, on some ho shit
I just hit it once and then a ho dipped
Young Jack in a bad ho
I been in the cut, lookin' spooky in a black coat
And she fuckin' with my tats though
I don't know her name, but I just know I'm finna clap though, ayy
Look, don't know her
I'm just finna glow, October
Ayy, don't know her
Boy, I'm finna glow, October
Look, and I been gettin' bands, no Green Day
I been fuckin' geeked off a bean for a week straight
Gas, 93, hit a team play
Catch me in a graveyard, posted where the fiends stay, look
Ayy, and I'm up in her guts, no dessert, uh
Got these bitches jumpin' out they T-shirt, uh
And I just got a chain for my bro
And I'm finna get my own, but my brothers gotta eat first
Look, and I don't text hoes
I'm just in their mouth like strep throat
And I don't even really wanna feel it
Shinigami told me, "Kill 'em"
I said, "Let me grab my death note"
Ayy, don't know her
Boy, I'm finna glow, October
Look, don't know her
Boy, I'm finna glow, October
What the hell you smokin' on? You actin' like a bitch
Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with double clips
I don't even need to look, I'll close my damn eyes
What the fuck I'm shootin' at? Oh, it's the blue sky
I'ma aim it anyway, fuck if you die
No bitch, why are you assuming I am high?
I am not high, bitch, I'm a bad guy
Let me go to work, bitch, tie my damn tie
I'ma step all over the dead
Smoke a pack, forgot to give a fuck what you said
Flyin' coast to coast to give a fuck with the bread
Don't step too close to the fucking Fred
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
Bitches wanna fuck, like, can I spare another nut?
All these hoes, these bitches wanna know
"Hey man, Freddie, where did you get your flow?"
I just had to do it on my own shit
I just had to do her on some cold shit
I just got these bitches in my cold crib
Know you see me lookin' like a ghost, bitch
Ayy, like a ghost, bitch
I just seen 'em lookin' when I rode in
Ayy, on some ho shit
I just hit it once and then a ho dipped
Young Jack in a bad ho
I been in the cut, lookin' spooky in a black coat
And she fuckin' with my tats though
I don't know her name, but I just know I'm finna clap though, ayy
Look, don't know her
I'm just finna glow, October
Ayy, don't know her
Boy, I'm finna glow, October
Look, and I been gettin' bands, no Green Day
I been fuckin' geeked off a bean for a week straight
Gas, 93, hit a team play
Catch me in a graveyard, posted where the fiends stay, look
Ayy, and I'm up in her guts, no dessert, uh
Got these bitches jumpin' out they T-shirt, uh
And I just got a chain for my bro
And I'm finna get my own, but my brothers gotta eat first
Look, and I don't text hoes
I'm just in their mouth like strep throat
And I don't even really wanna feel it
Shinigami told me, "Kill 'em"
I said, "Let me grab my death note"
Ayy, don't know her
Boy, I'm finna glow, October
Look, don't know her
Boy, I'm finna glow, October
What the hell you smokin' on? You actin' like a bitch
Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with double clips
I don't even need to look, I'll close my damn eyes
What the fuck I'm shootin' at? Oh, it's the blue sky
I'ma aim it anyway, fuck if you die
No bitch, why are you assuming I am high?
I am not high, bitch, I'm a bad guy
Let me go to work, bitch, tie my damn tie
I'ma step all over the dead
Smoke a pack, forgot to give a fuck what you said
Flyin' coast to coast to give a fuck with the bread
Don't step too close to the fucking Fred
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
Bitches wanna fuck, like, can I spare another nut?
All these hoes, these bitches wanna know
"Hey man, Freddie, where did you get your flow?"
Credits
Writer(s): Gaspare Magaddino Iv, Mark Andrew Taylor, Ryan Chassels
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