GIZURU, ProfitGB - HALLOWEEN WOMEN Lyrics

Flipping through pages
Tryna find the space
I've been writing so long
I dont know what to say
I've been moving so much
I don't know where to stay
I've been doing so wrong
I dont know whats okay

Either way I gotta stand on my own
If you stand on the top
Then they aim for your throne
That's the reason
I use to want stay on the low
But how can I boss up
If I lay on the floor

Had to leave you
Cause I felt you would leave
I was cutting my grass
Now Im racking my leaves
Halloween Women they either trick or treat
Boogie man niggas they either hide or they creep

Reap what I sow so I gotta go reap
I give what I owe
Transaction complete
One out of ten
I gave her a three
She act like a dog
So I gave her a treat

One hand i'll help you
But one hand I can't
I really tryna help
But I ain't a Saint
I'm tryna show we equal
I'm tryna show we evil
We all just pretend
At the end we just people

Money in the paper
Money in collections
Poverty in countries that hold most the treasures
If I grew up in the 60s
Id prolly be a Beatles
Before we get serious
Baby girl i'm tryna feel you

I go by Gb
Nice to meet you
Don't ever bite the hand that's tryna fucking feed you
Don't ever move around with people that cheese you
Don't ever turn your back or niggas gonna leave you
Always on the move
I don't care about a throne
People put they heart and they soul in a stone
Don't ever give a bad dog a good bone
Some got the will
But most of them won't

Some niggas too hard headed
Don't get the message
So you gotta speak a little differently
Because these niggas act like they friends with you
But honestly deep down they be enemies
Ego eating
I'm acting narcissistically
Maybe ego tripping
Shit maybe psychopathic
I be always on the move can't even stand it

That's why I stay in my place
I might help you at the end of the day
But I still gotta pray for my safety
You still gotta come to me
correct bitch
I ain't tryna hear that shit
Unless you're tryna teach me a lesson
And you know I've been smoking for so long
My heart and my mind got some tension

I can make a clean bitch messy
She like when I choke her and hold her and wrestler
Hell no no no way imma mention her
She gonna stay in our Regiment

Gotta smoke it down to the bone
PTSD from the roach
I'm tryna get the bread get the loaf
And I aint tryna hold up no
Gotta keep on going so fast
Cause if I slow down imma crash
Gotta keep the bags full a money
Gotta keep a stick just incase it gets funny