letra de halloween 2 - d2thajxint
[verse 1: d2thajxint]
october 31st, this n-gga died on halloween, we bouncing out the whip, masked up, we finna make a scene
the choppa got a kick, i make it sing like it’s billie jean
we gon hit they blocks, f-ck it up, we scoring for the team
th-th-the next n-gga wouldn’t dare he know, i got it with me
he caught a bullet to his back, i named that n-gga ricky
talking all that hot sh-t, come play ball n-gga, i’m in yo city
hawk that n-gga down, white chalk him, then i hit my griddy
yo b-tch always looking at me every time i stunt
when that drum get to kickin, i’ma make a n-gga run
october 31st, we send that n-gga to the sun
psa, i’m like the reaper, i’ma get you when i come
i be pulling skits with my b-tch, you can call me chucky
they see a joint when i step, all the b-tches love me
these n-ggas steady tryna hate but they don’t get no money
i’ma break the bank for my n-ggas, we ain’t staying hungry
i’m freddy krueger in yo dreams leave a n-gga screaming
jason in the cut, machete tucked, leave a n-gga bleeding
these n-ggas always talking money but we don’t never see it
gotta watch these fake n-ggas around me, they always be scheming
y-y-you n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, i’m on another level
it’s getting hot as h-ll in here, you dancing with the devil
i feel untouchable in this b-tch, n-gga, i feel like remble
n-ggas know how i be rocking, i’m like heavy metal
[chorus: d2thajxint]
trick or treat, knock on his door with a pole tucked
he said he want beef, n-ggas never showed up
it’s halloween season, n-ggas getting rolled up
f-ck yo dead homie, he in the air, it’s time to pour some
but once you hit that one room, don’t say nothing
you always brag about a skit but never took nothing
n-ggas running when we send shots at his feet
don’t make me have to call the reaper to take you underneath
[verse 2: zillagetdough]
call my n-gga up and grab the pistol and put you underneath
i’ll up this big b-tch all up in yo sh-t and break a n-gga t–th
this p-ssy n-gga really thought that he was playing with me
and since them n-ggas diss lamar now then it’s f-cked them three
the last n-gga dropped a ten down, he got shot by me
been in motion all year long, i don’t miss no sleep
last opp stalled when the switch lit up, couldn’t plant his feet
the only motherf-ckers you should is the reaper and me
b-tch, you stop the whip, i’ma blow my heat
all these n-ggas thinking sh-t sweet, they ain’t heard about me (goofy ass n-gga)
mr spin back, get to fl!ckin, make you crash yo v
yeah, i seen yall jumped my little bro but that sh-t was weak
last five fades i handed out, had them missin’ t–th
i don’t chase or play the savior, she gon’ leave with me
lost my page the other week, never lost my stream
mad as h-ll i was playing with bm, almost lost my beam
living room locked in silence, tv glow on their cheeks
mother clutching both kids, father frozen in his seat
told them b-tches ”don’t move” before i take them underneath
curtains barely sway, clock stutters like a leak
name drip off her lips, motherf-cker who it is?
mama saying ”please stop it” b-tch, i’ll k!ll yo kids
now you know who it is, it’s the reaper in the flesh
wait that n-gga started running, now i gotta get to gunning
[verse 3: d2thajxint
october 31st, we slid up on an enemy
they know i’m coming with it, can’t no n-gga ever step to me
i’m like freddy krueger i be haunting n-ggas when they sleep
didn’t wanna have to do it but the reaper kept on tempting me
i’m counting hundreds with my b-tch my pockets never lean
he walk around with chains, we take his kit, he got no bling
ain’t no politicking, come squabble up and do yo thing
go pick up yo mans, doa, he couldn’t dodge his beam
the johnnies keep on asking questions, i don’t know a thing
they tryna build a case but they ain’t even got a lead
and we ain’t speaking on no skit cause that’s how n-ggas bleed
i done seen a lot of n-ggas fold when it was time to flee
b-b-b-tch, i’m coming for the k!ll, you better earn yo stripes
i’m tryna send his ass to heaven, heard he scared of heights
ain’t no warning shots, i’m tryna get this n-gga gone tonight
we gon’ slide and get it done and that’s the way the gang gon’ ride
[chorus: d2thajxint]
trick or treat, knock on his door with a pole tucked
he said he want beef, n-ggas never showed up
it’s halloween season, n-ggas getting rolled up
f-ck yo dead homie, he in the air, it’s time to pour some
but once you hit that one room, don’t say nothing
you always brag about a skit but never took nothing
n-ggas running when we send shots at his feet
don’t make me have to call the reaper to take you underneath
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