Trick Or Treat - Young Roc

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Walk up with my doors suicide

Why the fuck am I outside?

Told this girl she famous now

She didn’t even understand

My interest make your stock rise

When I become a fan

Probably don’t remember half the shit a nigga said

Half the time it’s never about the love, it’s 'bout the bread

I am not trick

I got the treat

Baby, she love me

She will not leave

Told her we good

Come to my face like it’s a seat

She said she hurt about the D but she 'bout to see

She 'bout to see

Walk in that bitch with like 10 of my chains

Hop on the range, I don’t wear paying clothes

Snuck a 40 in the back with a rain coat

I know she want me to trick but I can’t, though

Want to let a nigga pop like a faygo

Let a bitch lecture me, no attachment

Only thing I understand is the rent paid

I could give a fuck about what a bitch say

Went to a mash-up party on Wednesday

Got me so neck in the driveway, shit

Walk up with my doors suicide

Why the fuck am I outside?