Gucci Mane - Trick Or Treat Lyrics
[Intro][car peeling out][car revs then peels out]("Listen to the track *****!") It's GucciFunky feet (funky feet) funky feetPull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treatStupid geek (tweakin) it's super streetIt's a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat[Gucci Mane]I flee the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mallHome girl seen my auto mall and said let's go and have a ballHold applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa ClauseYoung'uns might just break the law, whole Squad be like "Damn the law"If what you seen ain't what you saw, Scary Movie, Saw 3East Atlanta, whassup Santa, Alabama ride with meGlock nine on me, hot rod lonelyGucci ridin double wides, tractor-trailers, poniesWhat'chu mean? Bag of beans, same boy from the magazinesTwo AK's three magazines, make a stupid horror sceneOrange Ferrari, purple trees, whippin like on gold D'sPimpin like I'm Goldie, listenin to the oldiesIt's Gucci![Chorus]Funky feet (funky feet) funky feetPull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treatStupid geek... it's super streetIt's a Super Sport nigga, trick or treatLook at me, nigga look at mePull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or treatAnd after a week, I cop another skreetA pretty car, nigga, trick or treat[Wooh Da Kid]Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our streetBut got the broma{?}er'y T, turn your wife into a freakSnatch the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat niggaYou lookin sweet nigga {click clack} trick or treat niggaTrunk on thunder, candy paint mumbleWhy your tint so dark? ***** I'm ridin underThis Brick Squad, nigga what it doYe ain't Brick Squad ***** nigga who is you?Money over e'rythang, even youIf the General call then you better shootBLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dumpWooh Da Kid and Guc' truth gon' pop the trunk[Chorus][Slum Dunkin]Louis Vuitton, come take a flickYou ain't takin shit, but you can take a clickIt's a nightmare when I pop upGot the top cut wit'cho lady chickWe super geeked, I'm hella highHer mouth wet but mine stupid dryI'm movin slow like a zombiewhile she woppin me, she boppin meGot black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my neckI just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that flexNow I'm bustin at him, I'm gunnin at himHe runnin real quick with those funky feetHe dead man, I'm toe tagginI'm a black bag him in white sheetsI'm a flatline him, it's over withAnd he ain't comin back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)Brick Squad some rude boysDon't play around, don't ***** with themI pull up on your blockLet some shots off, you stuck with themI'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A[Chorus][Waka Flocka Flame]All these {?} girls call me wantin to *****And Monique {?} the old ladies wanna ***** meI poke you to death like ChuckyCame up in one year they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!Semi little hussy {?} that's a get money getterAll my girls got Waka Flocka on they {?}Don't need a school girl, need a down-ass slutTen pack of bills I wanna roll and bite***** police, ***** police, no license on meIn the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feetTen left, twenty right, dead guys on meI'm on E, it's Olde E, I think I'm 'bout to O.D.Some fly girls wanna swat meAnd it's gettin out of hand like I lost my armOff the chain like I lost my jobHold my lotto ticket, girls love my charmBallin like pimps, shit doesn't switch{?} ill, they love my signAnd I think I'm James Brown I got funky feetSay Flock can't rap, I don't mother*****in careFLOCKA![Chorus]
