Trick Or Treat

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, bitch I'm [?]
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
So I turn into a choppa [?] them babies in the sea
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street
All these chains on Mr. T, pussy you don't wanna be
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see

[Verse 1: Pouya]
No you're not my mans, no I
Don't wanna shake your hand gotta keep it to myself, no I
Can't get 'bout my plans, you was the one for me, but I
Really loved them rubber bands, hope you understand that I
Can never be your man
I hate myself too much, I never give me no credit
Swipe [?] then I forget it, let it rain like confetti
These hoes keep begging on my celly
At 5 a.m but I'm ready
To getting that jelly, and bust on that belly
I bet it lil baby, I love when I get in that dough

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, bitch I'm [?]
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
So I turn into a choppa [?] them babies in the sea
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street
All these chains on Mr. T, pussy you don't wanna be
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see

[Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli]
Trick or treat, I don't gotta speak
I talk when I be
She a freak, yeah my bitch a freak
She just wanna skeet
Calling [?]
You only get paid like every other week
Yeah lil Boobie prices jumping like the value of a geek
Keep a 'K, cock it, let it spray
Motherfuck the fate
Pocket watching, Bobby smiling when they shoot you in your face
Gatorade, we gon' need a rate
Counting all this cake
If you sat inside this Lincoln would it make it through the day

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, bitch I'm [?]
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
So I turn into a choppa [?] them babies in the sea
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street
All these chains on Mr. T, pussy you don't wanna be
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see