Boobie Lootaveli - Trick Or Treat lyrics

[Chorus: b**bie Lootaveli] Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak I got golds inside my teeth, b**h I'm [?] And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be So I turn into a choppa [?] them babies in the sea Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street All these chains on Mr. T, p**y you don't wanna be 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're not my mans, no I Don't wanna shake your hand gotta keep it to myself, no I Can't get 'bout my plans, you was the one for me, but I Really loved them rubber bands, hope you understand that I Can never be your man I hate myself too much, I never give me no credit Swipe [?] then I forget it, let it rain like confetti These hoes keep begging on my celly At 5 a.m but I'm ready To getting that jelly, and bust on that belly I bet it lil baby, I love when I get in that dough [Chorus: b**bie Lootaveli] Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak I got golds inside my teeth, b**h I'm [?] And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be So I turn into a choppa [?] them babies in the sea Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street All these chains on Mr. T, p**y you don't wanna be 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: b**bie Lootaveli] Trick or treat, I don't gotta speak I talk when I be She a freak, yeah my b**h a freak She just wanna skeet Calling [?] You only get paid like every other week Yeah lil b**bie prices jumping like the value of a geek Keep a 'K, co*k it, let it spray Motherf** the fate Pocket watching, Bobby smiling when they shoot you in your face Gatorade, we gon' need a rate Counting all this cake If you sat inside this Lincoln would it make it through the day [Chorus: b**bie Lootaveli] Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah that bih there a freak I got golds inside my teeth, b**h I'm [?] And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be So I turn into a choppa [?] them babies in the sea Trick or treat, trick or treat, yeah skrrting down your street All these chains on Mr. T, p**y you don't wanna be 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