Halloween

Two-hundred block shit We got like two-hundred glocks bitch Nigga play get his ass popped Yeaaaaa No Halloween but I got a mask on when I pop out Soon we get the drop on a opp we tryn make a nigga block hot Tell em slide they gone rockout Catch em on two-hundred turn that Honda to a droptop Pussy nigga mentioned me look how that turned out He in the crib he aint active, f*ck it shoot up where he hideout We just caught a nigga lacking, wearing flip flops F*ck it put the gun down it aint shit to punch a opp out I feel like nardo bitch, where you at it aint no fun out Shoot up a nigga spot I bet I make his ass come out Ima always get the last laugh, always send the last shot Every nigga played with me, always got his ass popped Always gotta bad bitch riding front seat tryn top me off Clutching on my FN bending corners tryn pop it off Still in the trap my country boy be tryna cop em all Spot get kinda hot we still serve I prolly drop em off Bru got out the feds and ran it up he got the racks in Lil bubba down the road he tryna get me send a pack in Lil bru just put a switch on the Glock, like he got his loadout Every time I see a opp I'm tryna snatch a nigga soul out No Halloween but I got a mask on when I pop out Soon we get the drop on a opp we tryn make a nigga block hot Tell em slide they gone rockout Catch em on two-hundred turn that Honda to a droptop Pussy nigga mentioned me look how that turned out He in the crib he aint active, f*ck it shoot up where he hideout We just caught a nigga lacking, wearing flip flops F*ck it put the gun down it aint shit to punch a opp out I'm on that block all day, it ain't shit to come get up with me I know why niggas mad cause they broke and they cant f*ck with me The opps don't be on shit cause they poor, ain't got a rack a piece I'm up I give my youngin a stack and he got step for me Frrrd, frrrd, frrrd, frrrd, frrrd, that that switch My glock sound just like Deon from Houston it got a glitch On my line tryna call off the beef, boy you a bitch Every time a nigga mentioned the gang we bought some sticks Get a rental paper tags and some tints and they gone spin Throw them shots if aint nobody get dropped we spin again You aint gangster boy you told on the gang, that shit a sin Throw them shots and then I jump on that road, I'm in the wind Every since lil bru had bumped into scams, he ain't sold a gram Extortion make the opps pay a tax, he Uncle Sam Lil Jay will shoot a bitch in his shit right there on cam Spin the block and then i skirt off real fast like Van Dam No Halloween but I got a mask on when I pop out Soon we get the drop on a opp we tryn make a nigga block hot Tell em slide they gone rockout Catch em on two-hundred turn that Honda to a droptop Pussy nigga mentioned me look how that turned out He in the crib he aint active, f*ck it shoot up where he hideout We just caught a nigga lacking, wearing flip flops F*ck it put the gun down it aint shit to punch a opp out Frrrd, frrrd, frrrd, Switch Frrrd, frrrd, frrrd, Switch nigga Frrrd, frrrd, frrrd, Switch Frrrd, frrrd, frrrd, that that switch nigga