[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye
What's up now, muthafuckas?
You ready for this shit?
Who the fuck is fucking with Bloc Star and Strange?
Let me get my .762 Kalashnikov up in this muthafucka
Yeah, now I see you bitches running
I see you running when I’m gunning

[Chorus: X-Raided]
Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
I ain’t talking 'bout trick or treating
We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping
Busted in like the Russian Mob
Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
I ain’t talking ’bout trick or treating
We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping
Busted in like the Russian Mob
Hit ’em broad day with thе cops watching
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
Wе was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
[Verse 1: X-Raided]
Unload that blocka, pop that chopper at your noggin if you flopping
Flapping lips like you's a monster when you really soft as cotton candy
Plotting, planning, find out when he’s landing, creep up on him
Drag that river, find his body wrinkled up, look like a wonton
Master Yoda sending my soldiers to float up just like a red eye
Communicating telepathically like I'm a Jedi
Been victorious, always notorious, B.I.G. like I'm from Bed-Stuy
Going Waco, wacko if they're coming for me, watch the feds die
'Cause I'm bucking at 'em like I'm Giannis, I ain't fearing nothing, n***a, that's a promise
If I ever run out of ammo, I'ma shoot a couple of these arrows at 'em, Pocahontas
Never been a saint like Peter, Paul and Thomas
Look at all the evil he done brought upon us
My heart full of hatred, I'm just being honest
I said we we're cool but I was being modest
All of that talking done popped where they stood twice
Put to sleep, I hope they have a good night
They lost but they put up a good fight, we celebrating, toasting to the good life
Doing dirt, put in work for my hood stripes
If Tech wanted it, motherfuckas would die
Me and Trav feel like 2Pac and Suge Knight from Death Row, call us 2Blocc and Suge White, we going

[Chorus: X-Raided]
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating
We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping
Busted in like the Russian Mob
Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating
We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping
Busted in like the Russian Mob
Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
[Verse 2: Playboi Prada]
Buckle ce on drills, cuzz never putting that gun down
It's sun up to the sun down, Florin Meadows my compound
In love with that gun sound, go harder than Waka Flocka
I got me a bag then bought me some choppers
I'm walking 'em down like "blaka blaka"
Nine n***as creeping all at one accord
Four chopsticks with fried rice, I'll bring it to your door, yeah
Had to ditch my old bitch, she was starting to make me bored
Your bitch never can fuck with me, I'm something she can't afford, yeah
Foe Moe, that my ocky, keeping it bloccy, n***a, of course, yeah
Free all of the homies that your honor sent up North, yup
Deuce-Nine, I got blocc ties
Thirty stick in that Glock Nine
Today n***a, I got time
The best yet and I'm not trying
Luni, that's my Loc, the whole squad eating like lunchtime
Always been on go like I never heard of a stop sign
Riding on Florin Road, getting blowed, smoking that zaza
Tiny Loc got a big strap, don't get clapped like a high-five

[Chorus: X-Raided]
Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating
We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping
Busted in like the Russian Mob
Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating
We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping
Busted in like the Russian Mob
Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
[Verse 3: Bleezo]
Dope slow cooking in that Crock-Pot, it's not Top Ramen
The Glock's stock and it rock 12 like John Stockton, hob goblin
Knock knocking at an opp's noggin
Shot clock had them pop locking
We the hot topic, hot pocket
Blicky with a dick, that's a crotch rocket
God body, bitch, I clock prophet
Rap Rob Zombie, check the box office
Leaving bitch n***as with a botched body
Spot him, got him, left his crop topless
Bobby Johnson, cuzz, I chunk up The Deuce
Off oxycontin, gyeah, it's substance abuse
Kamikaze when I'm up in the booth
Got these thotties jocking, gyeah they loving the crew
Creeping through the dark with a chopper and mask like an axe murderer
Lyrical serial killer, rob a n***a pad
Get the product and the cash like a cat burglar
My bitch bad and boujee with a massive booty, blew a bag on Gucci
Get the cannon, shoot him like an action movie
.40 automatic cook him like Ratatouille
Gyeah on gang, fiending for the smoke, I need a nicotine patch
Guillotine rap, off with his head, cross me, you're dead
Stretch him like a limousine, facts, instantly, stat!
No hidden fee, I can get it cheap, lit and keyed off of half and them xannies
Pull a "N***a Deep" on the killing spree, trick or treat, put you in the bag for that candy, gyeah

[Chorus: X-Raided]
Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating
We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping
Busted in like the Russian Mob
Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
Going Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking
I ain't talking 'bout trick or treating
We was popping at 'em, pop, pop, popping
Busted in like the Russian Mob
Hit 'em broad day with the cops watching
Michael Myers on 'em, Halloween
We was knocking at 'em, knock, knock, knocking