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Nightmare on Peachtree Street (feat. Freddie Dredd)

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Bro, I gotta get sponsored by other big bro, little of a plan, you know what I'm saying?

I gotta call that shit guy of her self-defense, baby, got some money

(Freddie) Shows (Gravy)

Where they at? (Baby)

Sold out (Baby, yeah) (dwilly, I'm scared)

Tour the world, get the bag (Yeah, yeah)

Get the money, pipe your mom (Yeah, yeah)

She's so lovely (Yeah)

Never wife a thot, I love the money (Woo)

Out in San Diego with some boys

Three days no sleep, can't keep poised (Uhh, hold up) (Uh)

Real short, real stout, no tea cup (Woo)

I ain't even gon' f**k, no pre-nup (Nah)

Seed planter, Mr. Peanut

Got grass, ch-ch-chia

F**k contacts, I don't wanna see ya' (No)

Splash, onomatopoeia (Splash)

I'm colder, I can guarantee ya'

My whole damn closet all zebra

My b**h delicious, your b**h fictitious

Gravy so clean, you should see my dishes

Peep how I live think I got three wishes, endless ice, bread, bitches (Ooh)

I-I ain't never lackin', I be gettin' to the action, I'm finessin' with a passion

President of smashin', five time champion

Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion

Da-da-da, da-da

We pull up, they say "Ooh-la-la"

Da-da-da, da-da

Stepin' on the b**h, I ain't wifin' no f**k hoe

What the Freddie needs is a goddamn get-hoe

Lurkin' in the dark, I ain't need no sight

That fool on a goddamn bike

Boom from the Glock and I take his shit

What the Fred get, lil' money and a bic

Spark my dark, then I head into the park

Goddamn boy ain't got no heart

Miss my home, is it ever so deep?

Walking in the heat while I bump J's beats

I'ma hang you from a noose from Gravy height

Got no feel, b**h, better come and fight

Too dope, got rope in my backpack

Lil' b**h wanna suck on my nutsack

Got steeze, oh please, give me all that

Owe me money, I'ma need some f**' cashback

B**h wanna suck on my goddamn peter

Understand hoe, I'm a goddman leader

Slob on my knob, I'm gonna come cleanin'

Turn around, baby girl, I wanna squeeze it

Cold in the club, got your b**h shiverin'

Stole your hoe like goddamn a Bling Ring

Backpack full of that loot

I'm so petty, I'ma thief your boots (Boots)

(Freddie) Shows (Gravy)

Where they at? (Baby)

Sold out (Baby, yeah)

Tour the world, get the bag (Yeah, yeah)

Get the money, pipe your mom (Yeah, yeah)

She's so lovely (Yeah)

Never wife a thot, I love the money (Woo)

Out in San Diego with some boys

Three days no sleep, can't keep poise (Uh-uh) (Uh)

P**y boys buggin', I'm pesticide

Four billie streams like I'm bonafide (Bonafide)

MK-2, it's a joyride

She jeckle me off like I'm Mr. Hyde (Uh)

Boys in the stu', off the DMT, yeah, we quite

High got my d**k and my balls in-er while I'm at Five Guys

Mayo with the fries, eyes on the prize

It's bag, bag, bag, bbno$ (Skr, skr, skr)

What you say, say, say?

Only ever tryna get paid, paid, paid

Pop it, bop it, lock it, fade

I don't know how I got laid, laid, laid

Got a lil' pump, she got a D and a rose

Ten like Ben 10, wrist on frozen

Merch seller, full name Jason clothes

Never sold out, but I sold out shows (Uh)

Skr (Woah-woah-woah)

This right here, is a one hundred percent certified slapper