Trick or Treat

[Intro]
Aye, hm (JAYLAP, talk to 'em)
Pop out with that baggie, like I—, bitch
Pop out with that baggie, like I—
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[Verse]
Pop out with that baggie, like I trick or treat
Tryna throw an oppy in my Swisher Sweet
Brodie trappin', say he gon' be big as Meech
All these naked bitches in the spot, you'd think this bitch a beach
Bet I posterize him with that glitchy, let a nigga reach
Bro just dropped a presidential, he could probably get impeached
If I don't know you, lil' bro, you gettin' fleeced
Still alive, but how I see it, my lil' bitch done been deceased
Spooky at the trap, might get the heebie-jeebies
Never had a handout, you won't see me needy
He the biggest on the block, lil' brodie think he Eedie
Rose and yellow gold inside my pendant, look like Reese Pieces
Ain't no Netflix in this bitch, we watchin' CCTV
ARP gon' RKO 'em, pull up tryna DDT me
If I don't make it off the rap, the site gon' CVV me
I already know she got a nigga, your ho' think she sneaky
Whew, huh
We done made a horror movie, I went ghost with your boo
Fuck an A-E, bitch, I don't owe to the you
Brodie ain't a rapper, how is he a pro with them tools?
Put a bitch on his ass, have my ho' get the scoop
If the opps ever up on the score, drop a nuke
Claim he a pit, like your bro not a pooch
Get some ice and some cups, bro just scored on the—
If you see me with her, then I'm stabbin' shit like Michael Myers
Me and BabyTron be punchin' shit like Title Fighters
Me, I'm stuffin' dick inside her, you gon' probably idolize her
He gon' end up somewhere in a lake, we ever find a wire
Unky beatin' babies up, but he ain't fightin' minors
Say he shittin' on us, don't nobody like a liar
If he fly, then I must be an astronaut, I'm flyin' higher
I got so much fuckin' money, I might wake up, buy a [?]
Stack whole winter just to shit whole summer
Pull up shootin' thick shit, niggas think we Ghostbusters
I don't know your ho' name, I just call her "Toe Toucher"
Cuddy on the kill streak, he done popped like four fuckers
We could quit the rapping, go back to road runners
Boy, the opps never shoot, peep the screen and go under
Nigga say he runnin' shit, really, he a store runner
Your ho callin' back to back, had to change my whole number

[Outro]
Goddamn, bitch, Dog Shit Militia, man
Happy Halloween, bitch, phew