Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, Wooh da Kid, Slim Dunkin - Trick or Treat lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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 it's over with
He ain't coming back no heartbeat
(ADIOS) bricksquad's some rude boys
Don't 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

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

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 don't 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