Halloween Homicide

[Intro] Alge! (DubzOnTheBeat) Look Slide (Slide through) Look Look Slide, slide (Hunchos!) [Verse] Laced off the ZaZa, still catchin' my eyes, but I might lack in sight, uh Account stop, flagged, it ain't hype, uh My nickuhs on fifty-ninth and no cost, they don't fuck with pie Jegs cook up, got the nuggets, I'm fried, uh She come outside with the guys, she stashed in my box, he not talkin' 'bout Pride, uh She spotted you on a live, you cap like a movie, you not The Sopranos, uh Still duckin' Cam'Rons, I might play the game like I'm on the piano, uh Ooh, he lucky here, what the light knew, move, I'm makin' the channel, uh Quando, big slam, it's the honchos, flockin', I'm yellin' out "Vamanos" (Vamanos) I'm cruel with the core of the game, laced off the Sezz and I might take the plan Hit another mission, don't talk and it landed, you talkin' it landin' again Another, I don't gotta win Shuffled the decks, we got a good hand Out with the "brr," we double your image, no bands We don't gotta give a fuck, Not again, slide [Chorus] No drill, that's capped, heard he lied, uh Halloween, homicide, masked up, trick-or-treat with the guys, uh (yeah) Wock with the Hi-Tech, need somethin' bright, I don't fuck with the light, uh (I don't fuck with the light) Slime, shoot me your eight, if it's mine we swappin' that five, uh [Verse] Forty four o'clock, no degrees on me Buried three bodies under three pine trees Amarillo kicks with the green on green And the gat got five like a peapod bean My peeps gon' lean—better duck, okay? I came to the dorm with a buckshot spray Fed Freda with the heater—and I pumped olea I let it wave through the air like a tough old gray Green Olay—a lime on a dish I didn't have a ride, so I grinded the whips I threw a rock at his block—and it? Diamond and glitz Shit smacked him upside his head like a comb and a Pritt I did eleven somethings with 9s involved Dragged som thirty bodies through the last pine strand of logs [Chorus] No drill, that's capped, heard he lied, uh Halloween, homicide, masked up, trick-or-treat with the guys, uh (yeah) Wock with the Hi-Tech, need somethin' bright, I don't fuck with the light, uh (I don't fuck with the light) Slime, shoot me your eight, if it's mine we swappin' that five, uh None o’ y’all bitches gon’ stay alive, uh