[Intro]
Uh, heh
Trick or treat!
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
31st, gettin' spooky in this bitch, what up
*hocks a loogie*
Hock a loogie on your bitch, shut up
I'm tryna put a plastic booty on my fist, what's up
My drinking habits made me money, ho, so shut the fuck up

[Verse]
I'm on a whole new scene with it (Huh)
I'm a Fat Joe, lean with it
Rock with it (Yuh)
6 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 (Lame ho)
Jeepers creepers in the flesh (Word)
Walking down my street, reaper breathin' 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 pushin' no Beamers or Benzes
Funny how that in the game someone say that's offensive
Guess I'm pushin' on they buttons while they gettin' 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 spendin' daddy money on them GG's?
My Gmail full of payments, yeah, your boy be throwin' TD's
Yeah, uh
What's the ransom? I already know
If you can see your grandson
Scoopin' up this dough (Pop)
'Til the man come
Knockin' on my door
And self-employment taxes is a motherfuckin' joke
Uh, what's the ransom? I already know
If you can see your grandson
Scoopin' up this dough (Pop)
'Til the man come
Knockin' on my door
And self-employment taxes is a motherfuckin' joke
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
31st, gettin' spooky in this bitch, what up
*hocks a loogie*
Hock a loogie on your bitch, shut up
I'm tryna put a plastic booty on my fist, what's up
My drinking habits made me money, ho, so shut the fuck up