Halloween by Trayce Green Lyrics

Englewood Chicago resident
Now they tell me that the game is realer than it's ever been
I take your girl and smash and that pussy really wetter than
The rain that was predicted by that motherf*cking weather man
My b*tches crazy, Kevin Federline
You see me live and direct, David Letterman
I ball hard no team no letterman
You can not name any other rapper I ain't better than
Fast money cash money boy it's hella quick
Boy I'm back in business like I left you better tell a b*tch
I smoke medicine so you know that I'm never sick
I got a bad b*tch best believe she's hella thick
My team catch hella licks haters talking hella sh*t
And my girl bring that house of pain cus she be on that Ella sh*t
See my pockets getting fat like an elephant
If you ain't talking cash then the convo is irrelevant
Killin' with no evidence I'm all about my presidents
These p*ssy n*ggas p*ssy man these n*ggas full of estrogen
Travis is a reverend and Trent is O so arrogant
And Kelly got me rollin' of my future cus it never ends
These n*ggas dead even though I'm feeling quite alive
Plus I'm really feeling like my daddy back in 95
So pop a bean and smoke a pound of the collard greens
Welcome to Chicago where everyday is Halloween