Trick Or Treat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk up with my doors suicide
Why the fuck am I outside?
Told this girl she famous now
She didn’t even understand
My interest make your stock rise
When I become a fan
Probably don’t remember half the shit a nigga said
Half the time it’s never about the love, it’s 'bout the bread
I am not trick
I got the treat
Baby, she love me
She will not leave
Told her we good
Come to my face like it’s a seat
She said she hurt about the D but she 'bout to see
She 'bout to see
Walk in that bitch with like 10 of my chains
Hop on the range, I don’t wear paying clothes
Snuck a 40 in the back with a rain coat
I know she want me to trick but I can’t, though
Want to let a nigga pop like a faygo
Let a bitch lecture me, no attachment
Only thing I understand is the rent paid
I could give a fuck about what a bitch say
Went to a mash-up party on Wednesday
Got me so neck in the driveway, shit
Walk up with my doors suicide
Why the fuck am I outside?