Trick Or Treat Lyrics - Gucci Mane

1 (Intro)

2 (car peeling out) (car revs then peels out)

3 ("Listen to the track bitch!") It's Gucci

4 Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet

5 Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat

6 Stupid geek (tweakin) it's super street

7 It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat

8 (Gucci Mane)

9 I flee the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall

10 Home girl seen my auto mall and said let's go and have a ball

11 Hold applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause

12 Young'uns might just break the law, whole Squad be like "Damn the law"

13 If what you seen ain't what you saw, Scary Movie, Saw 3

14 East Atlanta, whassup Santa, Alabama ride with me

15 Glock nine on me, hot rod lonely

16 Gucci ridin double wides, tractor-trailers, ponies

17 What'chu mean? Bag of beans, same boy from the magazines

18 Two AK's three magazines, make a stupid horror scene

19 Orange Ferrari, purple trees, whippin like on gold D's

20 Pimpin like I'm Goldie, listenin to the oldies

21 It's Gucci!

22 (Chorus)

23 Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet

24 Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat

25 Stupid geek... it's super street

26 It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat

27 Look at me, nigga look at me

28 Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or treat

29 And after a week, I cop another skreet

30 A pretty car, nigga, trick or treat

31 (Wooh Da Kid)

32 Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our street

33 But got the broma{?}er'y T, turn your wife into a freak

34 Snatch the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat nigga

35 You lookin sweet nigga {click clack} trick or treat nigga

36 Trunk on thunder, candy paint mumble

37 Why your tint so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under

38 This Brick Squad, nigga what it do

39 Ye ain't Brick Squad pussy nigga who is you?

40 Money over e'rythang, even you

41 If the General call then you better shoot

42 BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump

43 Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth gon' pop the trunk

44 (Chorus)

45 (Slum Dunkin)

46 Louis Vuitton, come take a flick

47 You ain't takin shit, but you can take a click

48 It's a nightmare when I pop up

49 Got the top cut wit'cho lady chick

50 We super geeked, I'm hella high

51 Her mouth wet but mine stupid dry

52 I'm movin slow like a zombie

53 While she woppin me, she boppin me

54 Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my neck

55 I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that flex

56 Now I'm bustin at him, I'm gunnin at him

57 He runnin real quick with those funky feet

58 He dead man, I'm toe taggin

59 I'm a black bag him in white sheets

60 I'm a flatline him, it's over with

61 And he ain't comin back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)

62 Brick Squad some rude boys

63 Don't play around, don't fuck with them

64 I pull up on your block

65 Let some shots off, you stuck with them

66 I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

67 (Chorus)

68 (Waka Flocka Flame)

69 All these {?} girls call me wantin to fuck

70 And Monique {?} the old ladies wanna fuck me

71 I poke you to death like Chucky

72 Came up in one year they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!

73 Semi little hussy {?} that's a get money getter

74 All my girls got Waka Flocka on they {?}

75 Don't need a school girl, need a down-ass slut

76 Ten pack of bills I wanna roll and bite

77 Fuck police, fuck police, no license on me

78 In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feet

79 Ten left, twenty right, dead guys on me

80 I'm on E, it's Olde E, I think I'm 'bout to O.D.

81 Some fly girls wanna swat me

82 And it's gettin out of hand like I lost my arm

83 Off the chain like I lost my job

84 Hold my lotto ticket, girls love my charm

85 Ballin like pimps, shit doesn't switch

86 {?} ill, they love my sign

87 And I think I'm James Brown I got funky feet

88 Say Flock can't rap, I don't motherfuckin care

89 FLOCKA!

90 (Chorus)