Gucci Mane - Trick Or Treat Lyrics

What's happenin
It's Y G Hootie
Ya'll know I'm fresh off that west coast nigga
Bompton if you ain't know that was Compton nigga
You see my nigga Flocka you see my nigga Gucci you salute nigga
Real niggas brick squad shit
Matter fact nigga, ya'll know I'm from that deuce line nigga say it two times nigga
Gucci two times nigga, deuce line west side hooto nigga
We goin in we takin over it's brick squad let's do it
(Club Dinero Mix Tape General on ya'll niggas... Triangle Offence)

Funky Feet (Funky feet) Funky feet pull up with that stupid beat
Orange Camaro Trick or Treat
Stupid keys (Who da kid) it's super street
It's a super sport nigga trick or treat

[Gucci Mane:]
I flee tha broads stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my automall and said let's go and have a ball
Hold applause change your draws big Gucci not Santa Clause
Youngens might just break the law
Whole squad be like damn the law
If what you seen ain't what you saw
Scary movie saw 3
East Atlanta? Alabama ride with me
Glock 9 on me
Hot rod lonely
Gucci ride double wide tractor trailers ponys
What chu mean
Bag of beans
Same one from the magazines
2 AK's 3 magazines
Make a stupid horror scene
Orange ferrari purple trees
Whippin like I'm?
Pimpin like I'm?
Listenin to the oldies (It's Gucci)

Funky Feet (Funky feet) Funky feet pull up with that stupid beat
Orange Camaro Trick or Treat
Stupid keys it's super street
It's a super sport nigga trick or treat
Look at me (Look at me) Nigga look at me
Boy don't race my new ferrari pull up and say trick or treat
And every week I cop another freak
Or pretty cars nigga trick or treat