Nightmare On Steel Street
Look
I'm a evil nigga call me little demon nigga Freddy Krueger
Ruthless demon child bitch they call me Steel I might shoot my medulla
You bet not tweak boy I'm the type to send them snakes they kill you like Medusa
Get me mad enough I might just do some dumb shit sliding in a uber
It's a Nightmare On Steel Street
You disrespect and we gon blast you
And then we go and help your fucking momma grieve just if we have too
These bullets leave you stuck and now your goofy ass look like a statue
Hit that bitch up in his arm and left a mark like it's a tattoo
You put a tag up on my back it's stuck just like some Ksubis
Cause your hittas ain't gon get me half them niggas real life goofies
Bad lil bitch she known for doing dick I guess she wanna do me
Why these bitches act so innocent know damn well you a groupie
She start dancing like DaBaby man I swear these bitches bops
I got some niggas that don't like me but don't call they ass my opps
Cause they bummy and they broke so I ain't worried bout they top
We gon slide just like a sled and knock you out your flip flops
Bitch I'm on a different level and I still hang round them reckless niggas
Call me Steel but clutch this metal bet not catch you disrespecting nigga
I'm the ticket well protected I don't need no fucking weapon nigga
Dog ass bitch she tryna eat my bone I told her come and fetch it nigga
I been tryna chill but swear these niggas got me booted up
Got your lo straight from your hoe I told the guys get suited up
We start a riot in your crib and make the guys go loot it up
We don't act different when we touching money this ain't new to us
Don't give a fuck bout yall opinion get that bag I want it all
If Mooky catch you dissing F-O-G he shoot you through the fog
He play with sticks like that's his instrument call that his violin
You keep on saying you ain't scared so why the fuck you lying then
Come to my crib the lion's den
You bet not tweak we spin again
I done fell out with some niggas but it's all love on my end
FTW FOG and 4DM ain't got no friends
You keep on calling your big brother I ain't running fuck your mans
Cocaine white tee and I got EHC with Marsae on my hoodie
Boy you a bitch why you keep talking tough you know you ain't no bully
She doing good when she come suck this D might give her ass a noogie
Bitch I been rapping on the low so I ain't shit close to a rookie
Nigga one two all my niggas gon shoot
Three four better lock your fucking door
Five six better hide your fucking bitch cause she been tryna do the dick I swear this lil hoe make me sick
Riding round with seven and he just poured me a eight
Long live triple nine I take this Juice straight to the face
Ten hoes tryna do me get these bitches out my way
You niggas sneak dissing like goofies that's the type of shit I hate
I'm a evil nigga call me little demon nigga Freddy Krueger
Ruthless demon child bitch they call me Steel I might shoot my medulla
You bet not tweak boy I'm the type to send them snakes they kill you like Medusa
Get me mad enough I might just do some dumb shit sliding in a uber
It's a Nightmare On Steel Street
You disrespect and we gon blast you
And then we go and help your fucking momma grieve just if we have too
These bullets leave you stuck and now your goofy ass look like a statue
Hit that bitch up in his arm and left a mark like it's a tattoo
You put a tag up on my back it's stuck just like some Ksubis
Cause your hittas ain't gon get me half them niggas real life goofies
Bad lil bitch she known for doing dick I guess she wanna do me
Why these bitches act so innocent know damn well you a groupie
She start dancing like DaBaby man I swear these bitches bops
I got some niggas that don't like me but don't call they ass my opps
Cause they bummy and they broke so I ain't worried bout they top
We gon slide just like a sled and knock you out your flip flops
Bitch I'm on a different level and I still hang round them reckless niggas
Call me Steel but clutch this metal bet not catch you disrespecting nigga
I'm the ticket well protected I don't need no fucking weapon nigga
Dog ass bitch she tryna eat my bone I told her come and fetch it nigga
I been tryna chill but swear these niggas got me booted up
Got your lo straight from your hoe I told the guys get suited up
We start a riot in your crib and make the guys go loot it up
We don't act different when we touching money this ain't new to us
Don't give a fuck bout yall opinion get that bag I want it all
If Mooky catch you dissing F-O-G he shoot you through the fog
He play with sticks like that's his instrument call that his violin
You keep on saying you ain't scared so why the fuck you lying then
Come to my crib the lion's den
You bet not tweak we spin again
I done fell out with some niggas but it's all love on my end
FTW FOG and 4DM ain't got no friends
You keep on calling your big brother I ain't running fuck your mans
Cocaine white tee and I got EHC with Marsae on my hoodie
Boy you a bitch why you keep talking tough you know you ain't no bully
She doing good when she come suck this D might give her ass a noogie
Bitch I been rapping on the low so I ain't shit close to a rookie
Nigga one two all my niggas gon shoot
Three four better lock your fucking door
Five six better hide your fucking bitch cause she been tryna do the dick I swear this lil hoe make me sick
Riding round with seven and he just poured me a eight
Long live triple nine I take this Juice straight to the face
Ten hoes tryna do me get these bitches out my way
You niggas sneak dissing like goofies that's the type of shit I hate
Credits
Writer(s): Fog Steel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.