Halloween Lyrics

Two-hundred block shit

We got like two-hundred glocks bitch

Nigga play get his ass popped

Yeaa

No Halloween but I got a mask on when I pop out

Soon we get the drop on a opp we tryn make a nigga block hot

Tell em slide they gone rockout

Catch em on two-hundred turn that Honda to a droptop

Pussy nigga mentioned me look how that turned out

He in the crib he aint active, fuck it shoot up where he hideout

We just caught a nigga lacking, wearing flip flops

Fuck it put the gun down it aint shit to punch a opp out

I feel like nardo bitch, where you at it aint no fun out

Shoot up a nigga spot I bet I make his ass

Come out

Ima always get the last laugh, always send the last shot

Every nigga played with me, always got his ass popped

Always gotta bad bitch riding front seat tryn top me off

Clutching on my FN bending corners tryn pop it off

Still in the trap my country boy be tryna cop em all

Spot get kinda hot we still serve I prolly drop em off

Bru got out the feds and ran it up he got the racks in

Lil bubba down the road he tryna get me send a pack in

Lil bru just put a switch on the Glock, like he got his loadout

Every time I see a opp I'm tryna snatch a nigga soul out

No Halloween but I got a mask on when I pop out

Soon we get the drop on a opp we tryn make a nigga block hot

Tell em slide they gone rockout

Catch em on two-hundred turn that Honda to a droptop

Pussy nigga mentioned me look how that turned out

He in the crib he aint active, fuck it shoot up where he hideout

We just caught a nigga lacking, wearing flip flops

Fuck it put the gun down it aint shit to punch a opp out

I'm on that block all day, it ain't shit to come get up with me

I know why niggas mad cause they broke and they cant fuck with me

The opps don't be on shit cause they poor, ain't got a rack a piece

I'm up I give my youngin a stack and he got step for me

Frrd, frrd, frrd, frrd, frrd, that that switch

My glock sound just like Deon from Houston it got a glitch

On my line tryna call off the beef, boy you a bitch

Every time a nigga mentioned the gang we bought some sticks

Get a rental paper tags and some tints and they gone spin

Throw them shots if aint nobody get dropped we spin again

You ain't gangster boy you told on the gang, that shit a sin

Throw them shots and then I jump on that road, I'm in the wind

Every since lil bru had bumped into scams, he ain't sold a gram

Extortion make the opps pay a tax, he Uncle Sam

Lil Jay will shoot a bitch in his shit right there on cam

Spin the block and then i skirt off real fast like Van Dam

No Halloween but I got a mask on when I pop out

Soon we get the drop on a opp we tryn make a nigga block hot

Tell em slide they gone rockout

Catch em on two-hundred turn that Honda to a droptop

Pussy nigga mentioned me look how that turned out

He in the crib he aint active, fuck it shoot up where he hideout

We just caught a nigga lacking, wearing flip flops

Fuck it put the gun down it aint shit to punch a opp out

Frrd, frrd, frrd, Switch

Frrd, frrd, frrd, Switch nigga

Frrd, frrd, frrd, Switch

Frrd, frrd, frrd, that that switch nigga