Yeah Here I go Gettin darker outside it’s time to hide gettin scary outside need a ride Huh yeah Come o’er here I don’t got beer you say I’m a fraud come on out here I’ll show a fraud stomp on my turf I ain’t gonna surf stomp on my turf you gonna get shot come over here your gonna get got 2,3,4 shots and your dead we used be dogs like Peter and Ned I loose my mind when my eyes turn red Yeah stomp on my turf ain’t let it slide ain’t bouta go outside jest to get bars stuck in my hide I ain’t gon hide Watcha y’all doin tryin to hide I don’t get rides I do it myself ain’t gonna lie I aint tryin to cry I ain’t trying to ride I’m just tryna survive the night yeah Gets scary when it’s dark out yeah ain’t here for the clout yuh Yeah Roamin the streets looking for yeets lookin to knock out his teeth you ain’t got beats you got beat yeah you eat beets looking like you ain’t got treats (Halloween aye)