Trick or Treat (feat. Slim Dunkin, Wooh the Kid & Waka Flocka) (Explicit)

Trick or Treat (feat. Slim Dunkin, Wooh the Kid & Waka Flocka) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Slim Dunkin/Waka Flocka Flame/Wooh Da Kid

Lyrics by：Juaquin Malphurs/Mario Hamilton/Nyquan Malphurs/Radric Davis

Listen to the track beat

**** gone she

Funky feet

Funky feet

Funky feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

It's super street

It's a super sport n***a

Trick or treat

I flee the broads

Stars and cars

Look like they just broke in the mall

Homegirl seen my audemar

And said let's go and have a ball

Hold applause

Change your drawers

Big gucci not santa claus

Youngins might just break the law

Whole squad be like d**n the law

If what you seen ain't what you saw

Scary movie saw 3

East atlanta

West savannah

Alabama riding with me

Glock 9 on me

Hot rod lonely

Gucci riding double-wide

Tractor trailers ponies

What you mean

Bag of beans

Same boy from the magazines

Two AK's

Three magazines

Make a stupid horror scene

Orange ferrari

Purple trees

Whipping like on gold D's

Pimping like I'm gold D

Listening to the oldies

Guccis

Funky feet

Funky feet

Funky feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

And super street

It's a super sport n***a

Trick or treat

Look at me

N***a look at me

Boy don't race my new ferrari

Pull up and say trick or treat

And every week

I cop another fleet

Or pretty cars n***a

Trick or treat

Orange whip

Orange feet

Riding down orange street

Forgot to bring my orange tee

Turn wifey to a freak

Snatch somebody's orange whip

Why

I gotta eat n***a

You looking sweet n***a

Trick or treat n***a

Trunk on thunder

Candy paint mumble

Why ya tint so dark

***** I'm riding under

This bricksquad

N***a what it do

You ain't brick squad

P***y n***a who is you

They're nobodies

Money over everything

Even you

If the general calls

Then you better shoot

Pop pop pop pop pop

You know the dunk dunk

Wooh da kid and gucc troop

Gone pop the trunk

Funky feet

Funky feet

Funky feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

It's super street

It's a super sport n***a

Trick or treat

Look at me look at me

N***a look at me

Boy don't race my new ferrari

Pull up and say trick or treat

And every week I cop another fleet

Of pretty cars n***a trick or treat

New came come take a flick

You ain't taking ****

But you can take a clip

It's a nightmare when I pop up

Got the top cut

With your lady chick

We stupid geeked

I'm hella high

Her mouth wet

But mine's stupid dry

I'm moving slow like a zombie

While she's wopping me

And she's bopping me

Got black ice

Call me black ice

Real heavy around my neck

I just blacked out

Caught me blacked out

Looked and shot at a n***a that flex

Now I'm bussin at him

I'm gunning at him

He's running real quick

With those funky feet

He a dead man I'ma toe-tag him

I'ma black-bag him in white sheets

I'ma flatline him

It's over with

He ain't coming back

No heartbeat

Adios

Bricksquad's some rude boys

Don't play around

Don't **** with them

I'll pull up on your spot

'Less them shots off

You stuck with them

I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A

She's she's

Funky feet

Funky feet

Funky feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

It's super street

It's a super sport n***a

Trick or treat

Look at me look at me

N***a look at me

Boy don't race my new Ferrari

Pull up and say trick or treat

And every week I cop another fleet

Of pretty cars n***a trick or treat

Always nice kills

Call me waka flocka

Monique show got the old ladies wanna **** me

Up holl kill the them for up chuckie

Came up in the money

And they say I'm lucky

Flocka

Stomach little husky

That's a get-money-gut

All my girl's got waka flocka on they butt

I don't need a school girl

N***a d**n that slut

Ten pack a pills

I'm gonna roll that blunt

**** police

**** police

No license on me

Hit the club VIP

No ID 'cause I got funky feet

Ten left

Twenty right

Dead guys on me

I'm on E

It's OV

I think I'm 'bout to own these

Fly girls wanna swat me

'Cuz I'm getting out of hand

Like I lost my arm

Off the chain

Like I lost my charm

Them mulatto ticket girls

Love my charm

Balling like pierce

Shitting on my peers

When the grand in the airs

They love my sound

I think I'm james brown

I got funky feet

Say flock can't rap

I don't mother****ing care

Funky feet

Funky feet

Funky feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

And super street

It's a super sport n***a

Trick or treat

Look at me

Look at me

N***a look at me

Boy don't race my new ferrari

Pull up and say trick or treat

And every week

I cop another fleet

Or pretty cars n***a

Trick or treat