[Intro] Aye, aye, aye What's up now, muthafuckas? You ready for this shit? Who the fuck is fucking with Bloc Star and Strange? Let me get my .762 Kalashnikov up in this muthafucka Yeah, now I see you bitches running I see you running when I'm gunning
[Chorus: X-Raided] Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping Busted in like the Russian Mob Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping Busted in like the Russian Mob Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
[Verse 1: X-Raided] Unload that blocka, pop that chopper at your noggin if you flopping Flapping lips like you's a monster when you really soft as cotton candy Plotting, planning, find out when he's landing, creep up on him Drag that river, find his body wrinkled up, look like a wonton Master Yoda sending my soldiers to float up just like a red eye Communicating telepathically like I'm a Jedi Been victorious, always notorious, B.I.G. like I'm from Bed-Stuy Going Waco, wacko if they're coming for me, watch the feds die 'Cause I'm bucking at 'em like I'm Giannis, I ain't fearing nothing, nigga, that's a promise If I ever run out of ammo, I'ma shoot a couple of these arrows at 'em, Pocahontas Never been a saint like Peter, Paul and Thomas Look at all the evil he done brought upon us My heart full of hatred, I'm just being honest I said we we're cool but I was being modest All of that talking done popped where they stood twice Put to sleep, I hope they have a good night They lost but they put up a good fight, we celebrating, toasting to the good life Doing dirt, put in work for my hood stripes If Tech wanted it, motherfuckas would die Me and Trav feel like 2Pac and Suge Knight from Death Row, call us 2Blocc and Suge White, we going
[Chorus: X-Raided] Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping Busted in like the Russian Mob Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping Busted in like the Russian Mob Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
[Verse 2: Playboi Prada] Buckle ce on drills, cuzz never putting that gun down It's sun up to the sun down, Florin Meadows my compound In love with that gun sound, go harder than Waka Flocka I got me a bag then bought me some choppers I'm walking 'em down like "blaka blaka" Nine niggas creeping all at one accord Four chopsticks with fried rice, I'll bring it to your door, yeah Had to ditch my old bitch, she was starting to make me bored Your bitch never can fuck with me, I'm something she can't afford, yeah Foe Moe, that my ocky, keeping it bloccy, nigga, of course, yeah Free all of the homies that your honor sent up North, yup Deuce-Nine, I got blocc ties Thirty stick in that Glock Nine Today nigga, I got time The best yet and I'm not trying Luni, that's my Loc, the whole squad eating like lunchtime Always been on go like I never heard of a stop sign Riding on Florin Road, getting blowed, smoking that zaza Tiny Loc got a big strap, don't get clapped like a high-five
[Chorus: X-Raided] Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping Busted in like the Russian Mob Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping Busted in like the Russian Mob Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
[Verse 3: Bleezo] Dope slow cooking in that Crock-Pot, it's not Top Ramen The Glock's stock and it rock 12 like John Stockton, hob goblin Knock knocking at an opp's noggin Shot clock had them pop locking We the hot topic, hot pocket Blicky with a dick, that's a crotch rocket God body, bitch, I clock prophet Rap Rob Zombie, check the box office Leaving bitch niggas with a botched body Spot him, got him, left his crop topless Bobby Johnson, cuzz, I chunk up The Deuce Off oxycontin, gyeah, it's substance abuse Kamikaze when I'm up in the booth Got these thotties jocking, gyeah they loving the crew Creeping through the dark with a chopper and mask like an axe murderer Lyrical serial killer, rob a nigga pad Get the product and the cash like a cat burglar My bitch bad and boujee with a massive booty, blew a bag on Gucci Get the cannon, shoot him like an action movie .40 automatic cook him like Ratatouille Gyeah on gang, fiending for the smoke, I need a nicotine patch Guillotine rap, off with his head, cross me, you're dead Stretch him like a limousine, facts, instantly, stat! No hidden fee, I can get it cheap, lit and keyed off of half and them xannies Pull a "Nigga Deep" on the killing spree, trick or treat, put you in the bag for that candy, gyeah
[Chorus: X-Raided] Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping Busted in like the Russian Mob Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping Busted in like the Russian Mob Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knockingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
