[Intro]. [car peeling out] [car revs then peels out]. ("Listen to the track bitch!") It's Gucci. Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet. Pull up with that stupid beat orange Camaro trick or treat. Stupid geek (tweakin) it's super street. It's a Super Sport nigga trick or treat. [Gucci Mane]. I flee the broads stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall. Home girl seen my auto mall and said let's go and have a ball. Hold applause change your drawers Big Gucci not Santa Clause. Young'uns might just break the law whole Squad be like "Damn the law". If what you seen ain't what you saw Scary Movie Saw 3. East Atlanta whassup Santa Alabama ride with me. Glock nine on me hot rod lonely. Gucci ridin double wides tractor-trailers ponies. What'chu mean? Bag of beans same boy from the magazines. Two AK's three magazines make a stupid horror scene. Orange Ferrari purple trees whippin like on gold D's. Pimpin like I'm Goldie listenin to the oldies. It's Gucci!. [Chorus]. Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet. Pull up with that stupid beat orange Camaro trick or treat. Stupid geek... it's super street. It's a Super Sport nigga trick or treat. Look at me nigga look at me. Pull up in my new Ferrari pull up and say trick or treat. And after a week I cop another skreet. A pretty car nigga trick or treat. [Wooh Da Kid]. Okay our whip our feet ridin down our street. But got the broma{?}er'y T turn your wife into a freak. Snatch the mighty iron whip I gotta eat nigga. You lookin sweet nigga {click clack} trick or treat nigga. Trunk on thunder candy paint mumble. Why your tint so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under. This Brick Squad nigga what it do. Ye ain't Brick Squad pussy nigga who is you?. Money over e'rythang even you. If the General call then you better shoot. BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK you know the dump. Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth gon' pop the trunk. [Chorus]. [Slum Dunkin]. Louis Vuitton come take a flick. You ain't takin shit but you can take a click. It's a nightmare when I pop up. Got the top cut wit'cho lady chick. We super geeked I'm hella high. Her mouth wet but mine stupid dry. I'm movin slow like a zombie. while she woppin me she boppin me. Got black ice call me Black Ice really heavy around my neck. I just blackout call me Blackout look and shot at a nigga that flex. Now I'm bustin at him I'm gunnin at him. He runnin real quick with those funky feet. He dead man I'm toe taggin. I'm a black bag him in white sheets. I'm a flatline him it's over with. And he ain't comin back no heartbeat (ADIOS!). Brick Squad some rude boys. Don't play around don't fuck with them. I pull up on your block. Let some shots off you stuck with them. I'm a G-A N-G S-T A. [Chorus]. [Waka Flocka Flame]. All these {?} girls call me wantin to fuck. And Monique {?} the old ladies wanna fuck me. I poke you to death like Chucky. Came up in one year they say I'm lucky FLOCKA!. Semi little hussy {?} that's a get money getter. All my girls got Waka Flocka on they {?}. Don't need a school girl need a down-ass slut. Ten pack of bills I wanna roll and bite. Fuck police fuck police no license on me. In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feet. Ten left twenty right dead guys on me. I'm on E it's Olde E I think I'm 'bout to O.D.. Some fly girls wanna swat me. And it's gettin out of hand like I lost my arm. Off the chain like I lost my job. Hold my lotto ticket girls love my charm. Ballin like pimps shit doesn't switch. {?} ill they love my sign. And I think I'm James Brown I got funky feet. Say Flock can't rap I don't motherfuckin care. FLOCKA!. [Chorus]