Drumma Boy - Trick or Treat lyrics

[Hook 1] Funky Feet Funky Feet Pull up with that stupid beat Orange Camaro trick or treat Stupid geeked It's super street It's a super sport n***a Trick or treat [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I flee the broads Stars and cars Look like they just broke in the mall Homegirl seen my automal And said let's go and have a ball Hold applause Change your drawers Big Gucci not Santa Clause Youngins might just break the law Whole squad be like "DAMN THE LAW" If what you seen ain't what you saw Scary movie saw iii East Atlanta West Savannah Alabama riding with me Glock 9 on me Hot rod lonely Gucci riding double-wide Tractor trailers ponies What you mean? Bag of beans Same boy from the magazines Two Ak's Three magazines Make a stupid horror scene Orange Ferrari Purple trees Whipping like on gold d's Pimping like im gold d Listening to the oldies [Hook 2] Funky feet Funky feet Pull up with that stupid beat Orange camaro trick or treat Stupid geeked And super street It's a super sport n***a Trick or treat Look at me n***a look at me Boy don't race my new ferrari Pull up and say trick or treat And every week I cop another fleet Or pretty cars n***a Trick or treat [Verse 2: Slim Dunkin] Orange whip Orange feet Riding down orange street Forgot to bring my orange tee Turn wifey to a freak Snatch somebody's orange whip (why) I gotta eat n***a You looking sweet n***a Trick or treat n***a Trunk on thunder Candy paint mumble "why ya tint so dark" b**h im riding under This bricksquad n***a what it do You ain't brick squad p**y n***a who is you? (they're nobodies) Money over everything Even you If the general calls Then you better shoot Pop pop pop pop pop You know the dunk Wooh da Kid and Gucc troop Gone pop the trunk [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid] New chain Come take a flick You ain't taking sh** But you can take a clip Its a nightmare when I pop up Got the top cut With your lady chick We stupid geeked Im hella high Her mouth wet But mine's stupid dry Im moving slow like a zombie While she's wopping me And she's bopping me Got black ice Call me black ice Real heavy around my neck I just blacked out Caught me blacked out Looked and shot at a n***a that flex Now im bussin at him Im gunning at him He's running real quick With those funky feet He a dead man ima toe-tag him Ima black-bag him in white sheets Ima flatline him Its over with He ain't coming back No heartbeat (ADIOS!!!!!!!) Bricksquad's some rude boys Dont play around Don't f** with them Ill pull up on your spot 'less them shots off You stuck with them Im a g-a-n-g-s-t-a Chorus 2 [Verse 4: Waka Flocka Flame] Always nice k**s Call me waka flocka Monique show got the old ladies wanna f** me Gone k** the boy like chuckie Came up in the money And they say im lucky (flocka!) Stomach little husky That's a get-money-gut All my hoes got waka flocka on they bu*t I dont need a school girl n***a damn that s*ut Ten pack a pills Im gonna roll that blunt fu*k POLICE!!!! fu*k POLICE!!!! NO LICENSE ON ME! HIT THE CLUB VIP! NO ID 'CAUSE I GOT FUNKY FEET! Ten left Twenty right DEAD GUYS ON ME! IM ON E! ITS OV! I THINK IM 'BOUT TO OWN THESE! FLY GIRLS WANNA SWAT ME! Cuz im getting out of hand Like I lost my arm Off the chain Like I lost my charm Them mulatto ticket girls Love my charm Balling like pierce sh**ting on my peers When the grand in the airs They love my sound I think im james brown I got funky feet Say flock can't rap I don't motherf**ing care