Nightmare on Peachtree Street (feat. Freddie Dredd)

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' fuck, no pre-nup (Nah) Seed planter, Mr. Peanut Got grass, ch-ch-chia Fuck 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 bitch delicious, your bitch 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 bitch, I ain't wifin' no fuck 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, bitch, better come and fight Too dope, got rope in my backpack Lil' bitch wanna suck on my nutsack Got steeze, oh please, give me all that Owe me money, I'ma need some fuckin' cashback Bitch 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 bitch 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 dick 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) (bbno$) Skr (Woah-woah-woah) This right here, is a one hundred percent certified slapper --- Nightmare on Peachtree Street (feat. Freddie Dredd) - Yung Gravy