Trick or Treat

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Funky

Funky Feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange Camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

It's super street

It's a super sport nigga

Trick or treat

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I flee the broads

Stars and cars

Look like they just broke in the mall

Homegirl seen my Audemar

And said let's go and have a ball

Hold applause

Change your drawers

Big Gucci not Santa Claus

Youngins might just break the law

Whole squad be like "DAMN THE LAW"

If what you seen ain't what you saw

Scary movie saw iii

East Atlanta

West Savannah

Alabama riding with me

Glock 9 on me

Hot rod lonely

Gucci riding double-wide

Tractor trailers ponies

What you mean?

Bag of beans

Same boy from the magazines

Two Ak's

Three magazines

Make a stupid horror scene

Orange Ferrari

Purple trees

Whipping like on gold d's

Pimping like im gold d

Listening to the oldies

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Funky feet

Funky feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

And super street

It's a super sport nigga

Trick or treat

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 fleet

Or pretty cars nigga

Trick or treat

[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin]

Orange whip

Orange feet

Riding down orange street

Forgot to bring my orange tee

Turn wifey to a freak

Snatch somebody's orange whip

(why)

I gotta eat nigga

You looking sweet nigga

Trick or treat nigga

Trunk on thunder

Candy paint mumble

"why ya tint so dark"

Bitch im riding under

This bricksquad

Nigga what it do

You ain't brick squad

Pussy nigga who is you?

(they're nobodies)

Money over everything

Even you

If the general calls

Then you better shoot

Pop pop pop pop pop

You know the dunk

Wooh da Kid and Gucc troop

Gone pop the trunk

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Funky

Funky Feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange Camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

It's super street

It's a super sport nigga

Trick or treat

[Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid]

New chain

Come take a flick

You ain't taking shit

But you can take a clip

Its a nightmare when I pop up

Got the top cut

With your lady chick

We stupid geeked

Im hella high

Her mouth wet

But mine's stupid dry

Im moving slow like a zombie

While she's wopping me

And she's bopping me

Got black ice

Call me black ice

Real heavy around my neck

I just blacked out

Caught me blacked out

Looked and shot at a nigga that flex

Now im bussin at him

Im gunning at him

He's running real quick

With those funky feet

He a dead man ima toe-tag him

Ima black-bag him in white sheets

Ima flatline him

Its over with

He ain't coming back

No heartbeat

(ADIOS!!!!!!!)

Bricksquad's some rude boys

Dont play around

Don't fuck with them

Ill pull up on your spot

'less them shots off

You stuck with them

Im a g-a-n-g-s-t-a

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Funky

Funky Feet

Pull up with that stupid beat

Orange Camaro trick or treat

Stupid geeked

It's super street

It's a super sport nigga

Trick or treat

[Verse 4: Waka Flocka Flame]

Always nice kills

Call me waka flocka

Monique show got the old ladies wanna fuck me

Gone kill the boy like chuckie

Came up in the money

And they say im lucky

(flocka!)

Stomach little husky

That's a get-money-gut

All my hoes got waka flocka on they butt

I dont need a school girl

Nigga damn that slut

Ten pack a pills

Im gonna roll that blunt

FUCK POLICE!!!!

FUCK POLICE!!!!

NO LICENSE ON ME!

HIT THE CLUB VIP!

NO ID 'CAUSE I GOT FUNKY FEET!

Ten left

Twenty right

DEAD GUYS ON ME!

IM ON E!

ITS OV!

I THINK IM 'BOUT TO OWN THESE!

FLY GIRLS WANNA SWAT ME!

Cuz im getting out of hand

Like I lost my arm

Off the chain

Like I lost my charm

Them mulatto ticket girls

Love my charm

Balling like pierce

Shitting on my peers

When the grand in the airs

They love my sound

I think im james brown

I got funky feet

Say flock can't rap

I don't motherfucking care