Nightmare on Elm Street (feat. $weeten)

Pull up all black in the late night
Turn the block to a nightmare on elm street
Call him jump man when he take flight
Put the flame in the tank til its empty
Nah I'm not a killer don't tempt me
Took a few shots but he missed me
Had to double back if he diss me
Clip 16 but the drum hold a 50

Now they think I'm wilding
Never think I got it always trending in the topics
Plan a new vacation, take a trip out to the tropics
Running to the bag, all blues like I'm sonic
Something out the comics, put him on a poster
Heart so cold, it made hell freeze over
I be in the field with my soldiers
Come and test your luck like a 4 leaf clover
Pull up all black in the late night
You a big fish I'm a great white, never be the same height
Talk a lot of shit but he can't fight, hit him with the cobra like a snakebite
He won't see the daylight, call it ashes to ashes
Flow so hot, forgot to bring matches
Walk up in a fight, never leaving with scratches
Skull on his back, stone cold with the jackets
Had to get the racks in and rap it
Threw me in a box, but I'm more than just a package
Lil shorty said i was a savage, you average
Only bout the bunnies and cabbage its habits
Feeling like a bandit, clip almost longer than a carrot
Have you speaking shorter than a parrot
If you moving careless, throw you in hula hoop
Nigga running before he hit the ground, call him Scooby doo

Pull up all black in the late night
Turn the block to a nightmare on elm street
Call him jump man when he take flight
Put the flame in the tank til its empty
Nah I'm not a killer don't tempt me
Took a few shots but he missed me
Had to double back if he diss me
Clip 16 but the drum hold a 50

Im not no killer don't push me
I really be with some killas
I gotta move like the president
Im not no regular nigga
Gotta keep the fire when I'm moving through the late night
Hating ass niggas they be plotting wanna take my life
Married to the money I don't need no wife
VVS diamonds baby this real ice
Gotta move strategic in the late night
Be the closest one to ya, want ya spot
You was nowhere to be found when I was down on my last
Had to run it up by my lonely
20K for the raps, these niggas be phony
I really ride for my brodies
I be with the trappers and retired drug dealers
You be hitting licks with the lames, you be with the broke niggas
I'm just tryna touch a million
Bitch I got that tunnel vision

I ain't worried bout these niggas
I ain't worried bout these bitches
I ain't worried bout these niggas
I ain't worried bout these bitches
I ain't worried bout these niggas
I ain't worried bout these bitches



Credits
Writer(s): Rajuan Boyd
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