- Freddy Krueger Remix (feat. Future & Tee Grizzley) 歌詞 Future Tee Grizzley YNW Melly
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- YNW Melly Freddy Krueger Remix (feat. Future & Tee Grizzley) 歌詞
- Future Tee Grizzley YNW Melly
- [Intro: YNW Melly, Tee Grizzley & Future]
Coolin in the cut with my shooters
Young nigga playin with a Ruger
Pullin up with a new Barracuda
Coolin in the cut with my shooters ( Bah)
(Yeah, I **** with this beat)
I just ****ed your ***** in a room
Lied to that ***** on the bible
(I dont even know who the **** on this *****)
(Grizzley? Hahaha)
My loyalty only to the riders
In the streets Im survivin
Boolin in the cut with my shooters (Bah-bah-bah)
Thirty clip hangin out the Ruger (Brrt)
And I got a clique full of shooters (Brrt)
And Im in your dreams, Freddy Krueger (Bah)
****in with my niggas, bet they do ya
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Coolin in the cut with my shooters (Cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin out the Ruger (Right out my Ruger)
And Im in yo dreams, Freddy Krueger (Slimes on your Ave)
Dont **** with me, my young niggasll do ya
Blood they gon do ya, my young niggasll do ya
Do ya, do ya, do ya, my young niggasll do ya (Do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah (She screaming)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah
[Verse 1: Future]
I been boolin in the cut with my shootas, oh, yeah
On *******, Im rollin, **** them niggas dont say condolence
Lil nigga ridicule our moms, nigga done died inside his arms
Fentanyl inside his lungs, got green tips inside the drum
Seen draco shootin up a needle in the cut when Iwas young
Had a tool on me no harm, I just knew to get me a drum
Popped one, cant move my arms
Ran my bands up, copped a foreign
I got the bando trappin like drawn
Had a random ***** just for fun
Im smoking loud these days by the farm
Im by land swimming with the sharks
Tie the terrace gon light up in the dark
I keep the ether on me like Nas
They tryna compare me to Jagger
I got a silencer, solve all the problems
Move like a killer
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Coolin in the cut with my shooters (Cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin out the Ruger (Right out my Ruger)
And Im in yo dreams, Freddy Krueger (Slimes on your Ave)
Dont * *** with me, my young niggasll do ya
Blood they gon do ya, my young niggasll do ya
Do ya, do ya, do ya, my young niggasll do ya (Do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah (She screaming)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah
[Bridge: YNW Melly]
Ayy, hold the **** up, man
Ayy, hold up, man, stop the beat real quick, hold up
[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Free my nigga D, he caught a body (Slatt, slatt)
* ****, Im booted in the cut like Im Scotty
Free my nigga, free my nigga, yeah, he due (He due)
And I got a mystery like ooh (Like ooh)
In a van, with a stick, with my dog, Scooby-Doo (Ooh)
And that ***** gon slurp that **** just like a flurry (A flurry)
And my diamonds VVS, they aint blurry (Water)
Heard you signed a deal with the whiteman
And they sayin that youre Illuminati (No)
Boy, dont listen to them ****ing critics
They gon make me and Grizzley catch a body
I just be rolling, I be sober (Sober)
My mamas house got put inside foreblosure (Blatt)
Im a blood so you know that means foreclosure (Suwoo)
Dont **** with us, them Detroit niggas slump you over ( Theyll slump you over)
That ***** mushy, gushy, nasty like some yogurt (Just like some yogurt)
I up the Glock and leave your ass looking like you did yoga (Oh)
I dont want no pressure, hell no, my slime gon slump you over (Slatt, yeah, slump you over)
Where we at, we eatin lovely (Lovely)
**** your ***** from the back and hit my Dougie (Yeah, yeah)
I am not your boyfriend, *****, you just my buddy (Just my buddy, *****)
And a nigga no Blac Youngsta but Im tryna Kid Kid Cudi (Cudi)
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Coolin in the cut with my shooters (Cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin out the Ruger (Right out my Ruger)
And Im in yo dreams, Freddy Krueger (Slimes on your Ave)
Dont **** with me, my young niggasll do ya
Blood they gon do ya, my young niggasll do ya
Do ya, do ya, do ya, my young niggasll do ya (Do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah (She screaming)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Posted in the alley with that Draco (Brrat)
We comfortable in places niggas cant go (Pull up)
Touch mynigga, Melly, let that thang go (Bow, bow)
These rap niggas *****, where your chain go?
The spots in Detroit, I supply them (****)
Im talking loud we going by him (Come here)
Cant cook but Im gonna fry him (*****)
My advice, dont stand by him (Dont)
Fifty round chopper clip big on the K
Niggas talk crazy on the Gram every day
See the stick with me like I got a kid on the way
**** that, see if he can talk shit from the grave
Dont come over here tryna flex (Dont do it)
You gon get all that shit took (Gimme that!)
Used to get sauce from the west (****)
Shoot it to the east , get it cooked (Hard)
Monday through Friday Im booked (Facts)
Ninety on the skelly, how it look? (Bling)
Still pull a kick door quick
Drop everybody in the house , John Wick (Bow)
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