Loogie

Uh, heh
Trick or treat
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31st, getting spooky in this bitch, what up
Hock a loogie on your bitch, shut up
I'm tryna put a plastic booty on my fist, what's up
My drunken head has made me money, ho, so shut the fuck up

I'm on a whole new scene with it (Huh)
I'm a Fat Joe, lean with it
Rock with it (Yuh)
Six-panel strapback
My shit not fitted
It's still classified as murder if a cop did it (Yuh)
All talk, no walk, ho, you not with it
Jeepers creepers in the flesh (Word)
Walking down my street, reaper breathing on my neck
I'm so sci-fi, give a bitch some money 'cause I'm hungry
Go to Five Guys, spend like $25 on my lunch
I'm a high guy
And that shit is expensive (Fuck)
I'm not worried 'bout pushing no Beamers or Benzes
Funny how that in the game someone say that's offensive
Guess I'm pushing on they buttons while they getting defensive, uh (You mad huh?)
Fireman, burn it like a trap phone (Ooh)
Had to curve a bitch, like my backbone (Ooh)
It's bananas, I stay with the samurai blade
One thing I must say, dumb bitch, I'm a hot boy (Hot boy)
What I thought my name was Bee Gee
Fuck up out my lab if you a Dee Dee (Heh)
How you spending daddy money on them GG's?
My Gmail full of payments, yeah, your boy be throwing TD's
Yeah, uh
What's the ransom? I already know
If you can see your grandson
Scooping up this dough (Pop)
'Til the man come
Knocking on my door
And self-employment taxes is a motherfucking joke
Uh, what's the ransom? I already know
If you can see your grandson
Scooping up this dough (Pop)
'Til the man come
Knocking on my door
And self-employment taxes is a motherfucking joke

Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

31st, getting spooky in this bitch, what up
Hock a loogie on your bitch, shut up
I'm tryna put a plastic booty on my fist, what's up
My drunken head has made me money, ho, so shut the fuck up