Trick or Treating
All of the goons and the goblins come out to play.
Hundreds and hundreds of barrels of money
All around
On this one October 13th day!
But what they don't understand
Is that there is a madman in the building!
Hahahahaha
Man it feels like I'm Trick or treating
Ice got me cold but my blood is anemic
Bag Full of dead demons
And my bitch body look bulimic
Might catch me up at Neimans
Blowing green like I'm Going Vegan
Feels like I'm Trick Or Treating
Ice Got me cold but my blood is anemic.
I be on the road to riches
So much bread in my pockets look like swollen biscuits
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Arms still twitching
Nigga should've asked about me.
Tell the mommas it ain't safe outside
Better keep the kids in when it's late at night
Bout to go and shot a cop
POP POP POP
I just killed a fucking cOp
I be on the road to riches
Got my Shades on in the dark I look Suspicious
Blunt on me getting twisted
Bout to blow a couple blunts with my fucking Mistress
I'm swerving in a Maserati
THink I lost my God damn mind like i'm John Gotti
I can bring the bitch up out you
I can show you when the bitch up out you
Man it feels like I'm Trick or treating
Ice got me cold but my blood is anemic
Bag Full of dead demons
And my bitch body look bulimic
Might catch me up at Neimans
Blowing green like I'm Going Vegan
Feels like I'm Trick Or Treating
Ice Got me cold but my blood is anemic.
I don't trick bitch I do the treating
Swipe a nigga no swiping before he fucking see me
Yeah don't trust me I'm a fucking demon
I'm bout them blue faces don't even like a fucking fifty
Writing checks that you can't cash
You a bitch nigga I saw you at your last match
Have you ever seen a dead body
Legs Kicking Like that bitch really know karate
I party hard like a Mylie Cyrus
In the vip taking shots of Vodka
Blunt on me getting twisted
Bout to blow a couple blunts with my fucking Mistress
I'm swerving in a Maserati
THink I lost my God damn mind like i'm John Gotti
I can bring the bitch up out you
I can show you when the bitch up out you
Man it feels like I'm Trick or treating
Ice got me cold but my blood is anemic
Bag Full of dead demons
And my bitch body look bulimic
Might catch me up at Neimans
Blowing green like I'm Going Vegan
Feels like I'm Trick Or Treating
Ice Got me cold but my blood is anemic.
Hundreds and hundreds of barrels of money
All around
On this one October 13th day!
But what they don't understand
Is that there is a madman in the building!
Hahahahaha
Man it feels like I'm Trick or treating
Ice got me cold but my blood is anemic
Bag Full of dead demons
And my bitch body look bulimic
Might catch me up at Neimans
Blowing green like I'm Going Vegan
Feels like I'm Trick Or Treating
Ice Got me cold but my blood is anemic.
I be on the road to riches
So much bread in my pockets look like swollen biscuits
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Arms still twitching
Nigga should've asked about me.
Tell the mommas it ain't safe outside
Better keep the kids in when it's late at night
Bout to go and shot a cop
POP POP POP
I just killed a fucking cOp
I be on the road to riches
Got my Shades on in the dark I look Suspicious
Blunt on me getting twisted
Bout to blow a couple blunts with my fucking Mistress
I'm swerving in a Maserati
THink I lost my God damn mind like i'm John Gotti
I can bring the bitch up out you
I can show you when the bitch up out you
Man it feels like I'm Trick or treating
Ice got me cold but my blood is anemic
Bag Full of dead demons
And my bitch body look bulimic
Might catch me up at Neimans
Blowing green like I'm Going Vegan
Feels like I'm Trick Or Treating
Ice Got me cold but my blood is anemic.
I don't trick bitch I do the treating
Swipe a nigga no swiping before he fucking see me
Yeah don't trust me I'm a fucking demon
I'm bout them blue faces don't even like a fucking fifty
Writing checks that you can't cash
You a bitch nigga I saw you at your last match
Have you ever seen a dead body
Legs Kicking Like that bitch really know karate
I party hard like a Mylie Cyrus
In the vip taking shots of Vodka
Blunt on me getting twisted
Bout to blow a couple blunts with my fucking Mistress
I'm swerving in a Maserati
THink I lost my God damn mind like i'm John Gotti
I can bring the bitch up out you
I can show you when the bitch up out you
Man it feels like I'm Trick or treating
Ice got me cold but my blood is anemic
Bag Full of dead demons
And my bitch body look bulimic
Might catch me up at Neimans
Blowing green like I'm Going Vegan
Feels like I'm Trick Or Treating
Ice Got me cold but my blood is anemic.
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Writer(s): Hamza Vasser
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