Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane - Trick or Treat lyrics
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What's happenin It's Y G Hootie Yall know I'm fresh off that west coast nigga Bompton if you aint know that was Compton nigga You see my nigga Flocka you see my nigga Gucci you salute nigga Real niggas brick squad shit Matter fact nigga, yall know I'm from that deuce line nigga say it two times nigga Gucci two times nigga, deuce line west side hooto nigga We goin in we takin over it's brick squad lets do it (Club Dinero Mix Tape General on yall niggas... Triangle Offence) Funky Feet(Funky feet) Funky feet pull up wit that stupid beat Orange Camaro Trick or Treat Stupid keys(Who da kid) it's super street It's a super sport nigga trick or treat (Gucci) I flee tha broads stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall Home girl seen my automall and said lets go and have a ball Hold applause change your draws big Gucci not Santa Clause Youngens might just break the law Whole squad be like damn the law If what you seen aint what you saw Scary movie saw 3 East Atlanta? Alabama ride wit me Glock 9 on me Hot rod lonely Gucci ride double wide tractor trailers ponys What chu mean Bag of beans Same one from the magazines 2 AK's 3 magazines Make a stupid horror scene Orange ferrari purple trees Whippin like I'm? Pimpin like I'm? Listenin to the oldies(Its Gucci) Funky Feet(Funky feet) Funky feet pull up wit that stupid beat Orange Camaro Trick or Treat Stupid keys it's super street It's a super sport nigga trick or treat Look at me(Look at me) Nigga look at me Boy don't race my new ferrari pull up and say trick or treat And every week I cop another freak Or pretty cars nigga trick or treat