Lyrics Trick or Treat - Pouya , Boobie Lootaveli

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bitch there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, bitch, I′m strapped up to the teeth
And my mama told me, "Baby, be who you wanna be"
So I turned into a trapper, stuffed them babies in the seat
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah, skrrting down your street
All these chains on, Mr. T, pussy, you don't wanna beef
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 not my mans, no, I don't wanna shake your hand
Gotta keep it to myself, no, I can′t give out my plans
You was the one for me, but I really love them rubber bands
So you understand that I can never be your man
I hate myself too much, I never give me no credit
Swipe the debit then forget it, let it rain like confetti
These hoes keep begging on my celly at 5 AM but I′m ready
To get in that jelly and bust on that belly
I bet it, lil' baby, I love when I get in that throat

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bitch there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, bitch, I′m strapped up to the teeth
And my mama told me, "Baby, be who you wanna be"
So I turned into a trapper, stuffed them babies in the seat
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah, skrrting down your street
All these chains on, Mr. T, pussy, you don't wanna beef
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 on the beat
She a freak, yeah, my bitch a freak, she just wanna skeet
Countin' bands, you only get paid like every other week
Yeah, lil' Boobie prices jumping like the value of a key
Keep a ′K, cock it, let it spray, motherfuck the fake
Pocket watching, Bobby smiling when they see you in your face
Get a rake, we gon′ need a rake, countin' all this cake
If you sat inside this Lincoln, wouldn′t make it through the day

Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bitch there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, bitch, I'm strapped up to the teeth
And my mama told me, "Baby, be who you wanna be"
So I turned into a trapper, stuffed them babies in the seat
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah, skrrting down your street
All these chains on, Mr. T, pussy, you don′t wanna beef
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