[Intro]
(C-Nasty)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, they might think I'm Offset, the way C4 say Cartier
Another Halloween, motherfucker, it's that time of year
Ayy, and I can't trust nobody, but I trust my Tommy, yeah
He ain't tryna be another body, that's what got me here
Yeah, they call me big boss, ball out for no reason
All my shooters outside, n***a, it's that season
Uh, n***a was a Kel-Tec'er veteran
Uh, wipe down all the evidence
Kick a door and jump a gate, we find out he got presidents

[Verse]
Ayy, the way my bitch suck dick, I know she heaven-sent
Told 'em that I need all my money, I need every cent
'Cause you know C4 crazy, he ain't got no sense, ayy
You know I'm on that block, I'm Prada Papi, Glock, a drum in it
You know they gon' wake up, make up crazy stories, run with it, uh
N***as be goin' out bad, dyin' with they gun and shit, uh
N***a, we ain't goin' out bad, just tell me which one to get, ayy
First we was playin' defense, now we gon' run the blitz, uh, uh
Happy Halloween 3
Ayy, uh, uh, Happy Halloween 3
Act like they knew me, but they never even seen me
I was in the house smokin' Pooh Bear with an AP
My ex-bitch mad, yeah, I know that she must hate me
Ayy, 'cause everywhere she go, know they gon' play me, ayy
I know you know 'bout that traphouse on that backstreet
I think it's haunted, all these bodies, baby, just check the rap sheet, uh
I pick up my 50 first, I hear my phone ring
A label chose these rap n***as, but the streets chose me
And I can't trust a n***a with that bread, might try to toast me
Got an obituary for the last n***a that tried to poke me
This 30 got me floating, know I popped a whole team
Her pussy taste like protein, come outside with no jeans
You just now gettin' to know me, you ain't gettin' no ring
You might just get a couple dollars, pay you for to suck and swallow
Or put you in a backroom and sit down, let you count the guala, uh
I load up my 50 with a Fendi collar
Ayy, this that Happy Halloween 3, get the yayo cheap-cheap
N***as be beneath me, got paper problems
[Chorus]
Ayy, they might think I'm Offset, the way C4 say Cartier
Another Halloween, motherfucker, it's that time of year
Ayy, and I can't trust nobody, but I trust my Tommy, yeah
He ain't tryna be another body, that's what got me here
Yeah, they call me big boss, ball out for no reason
All my shooters outside, n***a, it's that season
N***a was a Kel-Tec'er veteran
Wipe down all the evidence
Kick a door and jump a gate, we find out he got presidents