Halloween lyrics

[Verse]
Mask on, do a hit like it's Halloween
Left blood on the floor, it's a murder scene
Call me for the job 'cause I do it clean
b*tch, I get mean for the cream, this the money scene
We gon' chop a n*gga up like Jason
I'm shooting like Liam and, b*tch, this is Taken
b*tch, I don't need her, I sleep with these Franklins
And that's on Jesus, I keep blue faces
Aye, tell Larry Jayy this a hit
Put me in the mental house, I go dumb for the strips, on my mama
n*gga, you ain't really with that drama
We pull up and drop big bombs like Osama, who tripping?
I ain't doing no more disses
I sock n*ggas' grannies, y'all heard Twitter mentions, b*tch
And they know I'm the sh*t
If a n*gga face trial, bind out, plead the fifth
If a pimp n*gga broke, I'ma blame it on his b*tch
And I think I'm the sh*t, you can blame it on the strips
[?] up a six but I blame it on the whip
If I shoot n*ggas down, I'm gon' blame it on the stick, over
If it's beef, I'm gon' hop in
We gon' pull up and chip, n*gga drop pens
Tell that boy I ain't stalling, I'm not playing
b*tch got my name in her phone as "The Pipe Man", dummy
On the gang, now it's over with
See these rings on my hands? b*tch, they notice it
If you look on my 'Gram, see the coldest fits
And my name hold weight like a boulder, b*tch
Aye, on the gang, they ain't ready
I gave bad dreams to his team like I'm Freddy
f*ck on yo b*tch and [?] the telly
And, n*gga, you a bum, ain't sh*t you could tell me, b*tch
Can't no n*gga touch me
I'm back from the dead in this b*tch like I'm Chucky
Smoke on this dope, on the gang, and it's musty
The grimy gerber, b*tch, don't trust me, over
Man, this finna be a massacre
We don't do chain [?] keep the [?]
If a n*gga talk something, we gon' slap him up
Keep a pole, we don't do all that lacking stuff
Aye, right hand on the Bible
It's no competition, I smoked all the rivals
Bust on his homie, they check on his vitals
I laid the n*gga down, he was dead on arrival, b*tch
Fall off? It ain't likely
See these rings on my hands? b*tch, they icy
If he reach, I'ma turn into Spike Lee
The b*tch know my name, on the gang, it's Almighty, b*tch
I'm the hottest in the town
All these LA n*ggas, they be tryna steal my sound
Ho, I'm the great, b*tch, you better ask around
In yo state eating steak, I'm the king, get a crown, over
n*ggas don't gotta like me
Prolly mad 'cause I f*cked on his wifey
Got his b*tch on this line and she like me
She saying I'm on fire and, "Yo life, it excite me", n*gga