Trick or Treat lyrics

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that b*tch there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, b*tch, 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, pus*y, 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

[Verse 1: Pouya]
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

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that b*tch there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, b*tch, 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, pus*y, 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
[Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli]
Trick or treat, I don't gotta speak, I talk on the beat
She a freak, yeah, my b*tch 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, c*ck it, let it spray, motherf*ck 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

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that b*tch there a freak
I got golds inside my teeth, b*tch, 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, pus*y, 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