Do It To Em / Trick Or Treat Lyrics by Baby Kia
I’on even got it
I don’t got it, why that *** think I got his glizzy?
Hahaha, ’cause I do, ha, I was slimin’, *** her
I might give it back if I see his pop-pop, or, nah, nah, he gettin’ quaked too
Ha, they say, “BK, get him right” (Hmm, rrah)
They say, “BK, get him right”
Nah, I don’t wanna get him right, you do it
I told Lil’ Tim to get him right
I can’t go out like I’m Craig. You can’t tell how I’m tryna fight (Rrah)
I told that boy he should’ve listened
.50 Cal’ rip his intestines, doctor said he need a kidney (Mm, mm)
Okay, two extra ***, but I ain’t gay
Draco swingin’ right to left, you better move, that gon’ look tight
***, we post on MK. Slide the Porsche truck through the AP. ***, I’m lookin’ for Luke.
Man, I’ma get you.
He got a ***, but he ain’t clap nothin’
Double back, Tim hangin’ out the window tryna throw somethin’
*** on my mind, might *** my bro, feelin’ like Melly
And I might just put the *** down, *** him slow, use the machete
Three G, I talk, you must ain’t heard
Eighty shots come out the CA, leave a opp face on the curb
Slide the black truck through the ‘burb
Hundred-mile drama on the stick like Fortify, let’s go to work.
Watch how BK figure for the stick, step back and watch it twerk.
Let’s play a little game I made
All you gotta do is pick a candy bar, one got a blade
If you eat the wrong one, I swear to God, boy, that’s on you
All I know is if you spit that *** out, boy, I bet I’d shoot
Throw yo’ ass bustin’ through the roof
Brody said he tired of steppin’, shoot a hole straight through his shoe.
These niggas finna make me act up
Black car, jumpin’ out the Escalade, sticks all inside the black truck (Alright)
He think I won’t come spin the block
Pop out, rapid fire the stick, make him forget he had a Glock (Mm, alright)
She say my music make her wet
And her boyfriend don’t know how to spin, teach her how to shoot the TEC
He think I won’t come spin that block
Pop out, rapid fire the stick, make him forget he had a Glock (Mm)
I’m just gon’ let him think we good
Ridin’ two Glocks in the Chevy, V12 jumpin’ out the hood (Mm)
*** *** know this *** ain’t sweet
Pop out all the wigs, whip ten across, I’m out on the out street BK!