Nightmare on Elm
In her dreams bitch I feel like I'm Freddy
In her jeans then I get in her belly
Big body all black Chevy
Big choppa turn his head to spaghetti
Kill pains
Man I swear they ain't ready
Big bands make my pocket so heavy
Uno dos
I pull up wit the thres
Cuatro cinco
Yo no Hablo engles
Check mate I'ma king playing chess
Sies siete ocho nueve y dies
On the block
Like it's nightmare on elm
Blowing gas
You could tell by the smell
Prade my glasses we seeing shit different
Yellow whip yeah it fly like a nimbus
Rock out bitch I feel sid vicious
24 Rounds make you run like it's fitness
Got my bitch running like its fitness
Niggas thinking that we kidding
When we come in in your business
Better hide all of your witness
No bitch it's none of your business
Light a nigga like it's Christmas
Niggas think I'm playing but I'll really pick your bitch up right up
Right up
Fuck a bitch
I'm right up in it
Niggas don't know what I'm skirting in
Fuck it
I don't get it
Cuz it came from last year
Yeah
That shit yeah you rented
And I'm working in silence
Yeah you niggas can't get in it
When I'm talking you know I be talking about my money
Nigga don't fuck on your bitch
Cuz they'll fuck on your money
Fucked Your bitch
I got these niggas that don't want to get to winnin
And these niggas don't know winning
So don't call me when I'm winning
Heyyy
Where the recipe it in it
Niggas don't know what they getting when they got that fake shit in it
In her jeans then I get in her belly
Big body all black Chevy
Big choppa turn his head to spaghetti
Kill pains
Man I swear they ain't ready
Big bands make my pocket so heavy
Uno dos
I pull up wit the thres
Cuatro cinco
Yo no Hablo engles
Check mate I'ma king playing chess
Sies siete ocho nueve y dies
On the block
Like it's nightmare on elm
Blowing gas
You could tell by the smell
Prade my glasses we seeing shit different
Yellow whip yeah it fly like a nimbus
Rock out bitch I feel sid vicious
24 Rounds make you run like it's fitness
Got my bitch running like its fitness
Niggas thinking that we kidding
When we come in in your business
Better hide all of your witness
No bitch it's none of your business
Light a nigga like it's Christmas
Niggas think I'm playing but I'll really pick your bitch up right up
Right up
Fuck a bitch
I'm right up in it
Niggas don't know what I'm skirting in
Fuck it
I don't get it
Cuz it came from last year
Yeah
That shit yeah you rented
And I'm working in silence
Yeah you niggas can't get in it
When I'm talking you know I be talking about my money
Nigga don't fuck on your bitch
Cuz they'll fuck on your money
Fucked Your bitch
I got these niggas that don't want to get to winnin
And these niggas don't know winning
So don't call me when I'm winning
Heyyy
Where the recipe it in it
Niggas don't know what they getting when they got that fake shit in it
Credits
Writer(s): Kill Szn
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