Loogie - hooligan chase

Uh, heh

Trick or treat!

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31st, gettin' spooky in this bitch, what up

Hock a loogie on your bitch, shut up

I’m tryna put a plastic booty on my fist, what’s up

My drunken head has made me money, ho, so shut the fuck up

I’m on a whole new scene with it (Huh)

I’m a Fat Joe, lean with it

Rock with it (Yuh)

6 Panel strapback

My shit not fitted

It’s still classified as murder if a cop did it (Yuh)

All talk, no walk, ho, you not with it (Lame ho)

Jeepers creepers in the flesh (Word)

Walking down my street, reaper breathin' on my neck

I’m so sci-fi, give a bitch some money 'cause I’m hungry

Go to Five Guys, spend like 25 on my lunch

I’m a high guy

And that shit is expensive (Fuck)

I’m not worried 'bout pushin' no Beamers or Benzes

Funny how that in the game someone say that’s offensive

Guess I’m pushin' on they buttons while they gettin' defensive, uh (You mad huh?

Fireman, burn it like a trap phone (Ooh)

Had to curve a bitch, like my backbone (Ooh)

It’s bananas, I stay with the samurai blade

One thing I must say, dumb bitch, I’m a hot boy (Hot boy)

What I thought my name was Bee Gee

Fuck up out my lab if you a Dee Dee (Heh)

How you spendin' daddy money on them GG’s?

My Gmail full of payments, yeah, your boy be throwin' TD’s

Yeah, uh

What’s the ransom?

I already know

If you can see your grandson

Scoopin' up this dough (Pop)

'Til the man come

Knockin' on my door

And self-employment taxes is a motherfuckin' joke

Uh, what’s the ransom?

I already know

If you can see your grandson

Scoopin' up this dough (Pop)

'Til the man come

Knockin' on my door

And self-employment taxes is a motherfuckin' joke

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

31st, gettin' spooky in this bitch, what up

Hock a loogie on your bitch, shut up

I’m tryna put a plastic booty on my fist, what’s up

My drunken head has made me money, ho, so shut the fuck up