Young Roc - Trick Or Treat lyrics

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?