Halloween

My niggas really havin motion, what the fuck you niggas mean
Real Florida jit, gang on your ass if I say that you green
Brand new Glock 17, yeen got no aim, just add a beam
Street sweeper, choppers hit the block, left that shit clean

I ain't fucking with these lame ass niggas
Old stealing ass, help a nigga find it ass, niggas
Old shiesty ass, grimy ass, slimy my ass, niggas
I'm just chilling, I be vibing, riding on the instrumental

Damn that ass fat, can I smack it, baby
Make that shit jiggle, I can't lie, I might just leave it in
I fuck off that jigga, how the fuck you preaching real shit
But you switch sides, I can't trust my main bitch

That's why I always keep a side, I'm self-employed with this blick
I'm the one gon' do the firing, she a real grimy bitch
But goddamn lil' mama fine, I can't stand this stupid bitch
But goddamn I love her mind, I told gang if you sliding

Then I'm sliding, nigga, we sliding, shout-out five then my guys
Wipe his nose, nigga, slime, can't forget the six
I love my gangsters, huh, family ties
And my lil' brother Crip, he up his fire, shit, I'm uppin mines

Shit get real, these niggas scared, I can see it in they eyes
I ain't beefing with no nigga unless it's bout some money
And I ain't cuffing on these hoes, you probably fucked my buddy
Nine times out of ten, that's what it is, that's how these bitches coming

She see the back end, she easing in, ho trying to get some money
Bitch suck this dick so good, I might just buy this ho whatever she wanted
And I don't pay for pussy, but I might throw this bitch a couple hunnid
She want me to be her trick, I got a treat for this bitch, stop running

Beat that pussy up, make her scream, Halloween coming
She talking bout you fuck me like you love me, that don't mean nothing
Kill the pussy, then I make her beat it, Billie Jean sumn
I don't even sell no dope, but I always got it when the fiends come

I don't even go to church, I seen the pastor roll a mean blunt
I don't even want your love, that shit gon' hurt you, finally leave huh
Feds listen, don't say my house the trap, just throw them T's up
These niggas snitching, don't say my name in shit, cause I ain't seen nothing

All my niggas roddy, but they rich, look how that shit equal up
Aye stand on loyalty, lil' nigga, you can't be fucking the whole team up
Gas him up, he wanted smoke, ain't talking gasoline
Aye cut that shit off I'm thew
Fuck that shit



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Writer(s): Jaheim Jackson
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