Lyrics Spooky - Profecy

Yeah
Yeah
Ugh
It's Spooky

Your click isn't loopy
Turn your chick to a groupie
You copped her a Louie
Now she thinking she bougie
You talking Bugatti's and Wraiths
But you still in a hooptie
I'm living a movie
Now shit looking spooky
Your click isn't loopy
Turn your chick to a groupie
You copped her a Louie
Now she thinking she bougie
You talking Bugatti's and Wraiths
But you still in a hooptie
I'm living a movie
Now shit looking spooky

Shit looking spooky
Like it's the 31st of October
How you running the game?
When I'm the one
Who got the controller
She mixing the molly with water
Y'all want to see Profecy over
I'm young Quincy
You Tommy Mattola
Won't give me my props till it's over
How I end up on top of the Lower?
I'm gucci on any ave that I go
They copied the wave
And ran wit the flow
It's understandable though
It's spooky hours
When I get sippy
Bringing the whole LES with me
On the road
To the next city
Nothing major bout' you
Probably Should of went Indy
But it's cool
I ain't mad at it
Making you and your mans panic
Got bagged for the transaction
If I ain't have it
Then my mans had it
Saw your click
And I laughed at them
Trying to hop on the band wagon
It's getting spooky out in Manhattan

Your click isn't loopy
Turn your chick to a groupie
You copped her a Louie
Now she thinking she bougie
You talking Bugatti's and Wraiths
But you still in a hooptie
I'm living a movie
Now shit looking spooky
Your click isn't loopy
Turn your chick to a groupie
You copped her a Louie
Now she thinking she bougie
You talking Bugatti's and Wraiths
But you still in a hooptie
I'm living a movie
Now shit looking spooky