Trick for Treat (feat. Har Mar Superstar & Spank Rock)

Society high in Lady Snow She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood She got me doing all I can The way her dress be blowing in the wind She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in (It's a bust) My bitch look good so they call me Hollywood Berate me: rebel, rebel – though I think they wish they could Figured they got me around that collar, geeza, I wish it would All right, all Dwight, all white, what's good? They open man, reliving they oxygen (?) My man Montana had me slanging through the tropics man I told him my issues, ask how to get in issues Sent me home with a gift, a few bricks from his igloos And now I'm back from the future, stopping at my doorway Cookbook from Virginia, honey let me explain Jeezy said it was easy, jiggman the same thing Trust this, take a sniff, take a second, taste a drip, drip She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood She got me doing all I can The way her dress be blowing in the wind She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in (It's a bust) (Gold weighs so much more than this) Back to the feature, break the sutures on your septum Alleviate the deviated nature and we'll wreck them Latch key kit, feel the drip, licking pussy lips Bitches all around me wiggling hips Feel the chop, time just stops Roll another tuna baby, suck that shit up Bag of skull and crushed up bones But the bathroom line is just too long Girly walk with me so we can feed the greed Lurking in the alley, see the lead One hand, one kitty, other feeling on me I'm gonna stick it in the chickenhead cause shit ain't free And I'm, waiting for my man Secret shake, wait, exchange hands So leave? DeLorean baby, unless unhighly I'm right And ease me my, puts in the Benjamin Franks (?) They going deep through trenches, blasting Charlie's April bitches (?) Also stop and keep them waiting picture (?) Imma miss these niggas, jeez Several mime a gooda (?) Hungry belly, full like Buddha You said we was alone, who's the intruder? She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood She got me doing all I can The way her dress be blowing in the wind She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in (It's a bust) Society high in Lady Snow Society high in caviar Once in Belize (?) Is poised for release