Trick or Treat - Pouya, 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

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

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

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

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