Tric or Treat

im in a coupe issa rarri
and the new crib a safari
this here the sound of new money
this year im bringing the pain
i be on my method man
turn a konvict like tpain
going so hard in the paint
smoking so much i gon faint
used to be late on my rent
now i spend mills to get bent
yeh
i aint been broke in a minute
im bout my business
one in million im on that guiness
i wasnt born with a spoon in my mouth
no silver and gold so i reach for that platinum
cruise in the phantom
chill with the madam
or mademoiselle
body so bad she look like a gazelle
pussy so tight feels like im in a cell
man i tell ya
whips came with all options exept for failure
push a button see u later
follow the leader
i got so much love for all of my haters
im on that vader
father your style
half of these rappers they just riding the wave
half these producers be jacking the beats
im in the streets
your bitch is laying in my sheets
this is the sound of defeat
beef
i love my meat
i love the smell of blood of my enemy
im one of the realest dont need no specsavers to see
park the aston by the villa
you gon need T in your diet if you dont wanna die
movie theater but this aint no thriller
i bring them out and i dont mean them killers
high off that serious
drunk off that liquor
im high off that serious
drunk off that liquor
vengence on my enemy
this here aint no tric or treat
this how you murder a beat
these niggas bleed just like me
yeh yeh yeh
vengence on my enemy
this here aint no tric or treat
this how you murder a beat
these niggas bleed just like me
yeh yeh yeh
vengence on my enemy
these niggas bleed just like me yeh yeh yeh
vengence on my enemy
pack up the cememtery yeh yeh yeh
yeh yeh yeh
pack up the cemetery



Credits
Writer(s): Abdourahmane Sow, Day Sow
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