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stanwill - trick or treat lyrics

[intro]
n+gga (jaylap, talk to ’em)
pop out with that bag, he like i— b+tch
pop out with that bag, he like i— huh
huh, huh, huh, huh

[verse]
pop out with that bag, he like i trick or treat
tryna throw an oppy in my swisher sweet
brodie trappin’, say he gon’ be big as meech
all these naked b+tches in the spot, you’d think this b+tch a beach
bet i posterize him with that glitchy, let a n+gga reach
bro just dropped a presidential, he could probably get impeached
if i don’t know you, lil’ bro, you gettin’ fleeced
still allowed, but how i see it, my lil’ b+tch done been diseased
spooky at the trap, might get the heebie jeebies
never had a handout, you won’t see me needy
he the biggest on the block, lil’ brodie think he eedie
rose and yellow gold inside my pendant, look like reese pieces
ain’t no netflix in this b+tch, we watchin’ cctv
arp gon’ rk on, pull up tryna ddt me
if i don’t make it off the rap, the site gon’ cvv me
i already know she got a n+gga, your ho think she sneaky
we done made a horror movie, i went ghost with your boo
f+ck an a+e, b+tch, i don’t owe to the you
brodie ain’t a rapper, how is he a pro with them tools?
put a b+tch on his ass, have my ho get the scoop
if the opps ever up on the score, drop a nuke
claim he a pit like your bro not a pooch
get some ice and some cups, bro just scored on the—
if you see me with her, then i’m stabbin’ sh+t like michael myers
me and babytron be punchin’ sh+t like title fighters
me, i’m stuffin’ d+ck inside her, you gon’ probably idolize her
he gon’ end up somewhere in a lake, we ever find a wire
unky beatin’ babies up, but he ain’t fightin’ minors
say he sh+ttin’ on us, don’t n0body like a liar
if he fly, then i must be an astronaut, i’m flyin’ higher
i got so much f+ckin’ money, i might wake up, buy a tire
stack whole winter just to sh+t whole summer
pull up shootin’ thick sh+t, n+ggas think we ghostbusters
i don’t know your ho name, i just call her “coat toucher”
cuddy on the k!ll streak, he done popped like four f+ckers
we could quit the rapping, go back to road runners
boy, the opps never shoot, peep the screen and go under
n+gga say he runnin’ sh+t, really, he a store runner
your ho callin’ back to back, had to change my ho number
godd+mn, b+tch, dog sh+t militia, man
happy halloween, b+tch

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