Trick Lyrics

I might run a muck

I don't give a fuck

I got a body in the trunk already I

I done said enough

Metal heart

The only way I'd shower em with love

I said

I might run a muck

I don't give a fuck

I got a body in the trunk already I

I done said enough

Chillin like peroxide

Burning in the cut

Nice to me but baby hella mean

She want me be the same

And I said "don't you worry I'm fiend"

I be seeing red

I be chasing green

What is Christmas to a sinner

Only care bout Halloween

Been going hella hard

You'd know if you were following

I be Killin it in costume

Think I'm modeling

Sippin on that witches' brew

That they be bottling,

Shooters at your pumpkin

Happy Hollowing

Brodie with the tricks

And he don't care about the treats

I just gotta win

Cuz I don't care about defeat

Caught me lacking once and now he

Thinking that it sweet

Bro a benchwarmer

Keep the heat under the seat

All about the shawarma

Coming at you with the beef

Keep an eye out when you rest

you better peep

I'll Tip toe through yo window

Like a creep

No full moon, dogs'll leave him turning in his sleep

I done said enough

I don't give a fuck about your bodies

You a punk

He said he a killer

But he seen a body and he jumped

Got a homie smoking lazy

But a shotty get him pumped

Bang

Barely give a damn about a thing

Soldiers stay a foot behind with shells

And hit your Kraang

I'm a monster, I'on gotta show my fangs

My lil shorty love the dark

And she gone suck me till I'm drained

I'm a zombie really

I'm getting smarter after brain

Open up the doors

Cuz I be going harder every game

This shit get real and scary

Fairly odd I'm so fly

Blunt Frankenstein

Just a spark it's alive

Into the night

Out with your lights

No jump scares, show you as it is

Don't be surprised

Know some strange niggas

Guaranteed to flay your mind

These pussies acting tough

Yk that ain't no play of mine

You can scream all you want

They can't hear your cries

You know it's a thriller

You could tell it by my eyes

I done seen so many things

Orange on me

Kakarot, my pockets ain't had many beans

If niggas stalking

Then it get giant

Stomp em by any means

If he gone fire one

We fire four to fumble any team

Cold nigga since, Friday the 17th

In my head, so I ain't fearing Freddy

I seen many dreams

Demon in my attic

I bet he got a better scheme

Know I want it all I want the best

So I ain't settling

Life gone be a movie

And I'm hopping through your tele screen

Talking to some dogs who'd swing on

Anybody meddling

Yeah that's the case

And I ain't even gotta say so

You better play it safe

Even Satan dealing halos

I might run a muck

I don't give a fuck

I got a body in the trunk already I

I done said enough

Metal heart

The only way I'd shower em with love

I said

I might run a muck

I don't give a fuck

I got a body in the trunk already I

I done said enough

Chillin like peroxide

Burning in the cut