Freddy Krueger (feat. Tee Grizzley) - YNW Melly

Ah (ah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track (no way) Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap (grrah) Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks, and made that back (ayy) My nigga Tee the sergeant (ayy), neighborhood locksmith (ayy) Uberin' with Ks, five stars, get a top lift (grrt) If I gotta stand tall (what?), I'ma drop shit (ayy) Westside, thirty on the Wesson, call it Glocksmith (boom) We come from that cloth that they don't make no more (they don't) Text your bitch like, "Pop out", she texts back you made her stay at home (this hoe-ass) Baby Grizz and mama Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (they here) Ridin' in that SRT Demon, but them angels close, I ain't alone Say the clip full, brodie (rrah), we gon' spray that, though (ayy) Opps know ain't shit they can do, they ain't gon' save that, though (that's it) Eat me in a Rolls-Royce (skrrt), I just might make a hoe Told that lil' bitch to bring her friends, I don't date alone Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you (what?), I got that Drac' alone Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don't play that song (sure did) All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones (grrah) Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles ('krrt, skrrt, skrrt) Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it's a Drac' show (boom, boom, boom) Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on Let my O.G. out, can't wait to put my nigga Blaze on Asked bro before I got locked, I was 20 up (no cap, nigga) Ayy, now it's eight hunnid and 20+ All shops, .30 pokin', givin' twenty up Go get me a water, bitch, I'm rollin' like a 20 Blood (ayy) At the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your hoe up here (come here) On the jet I'm wearin' red like stop, but she gon' go up here (she goin') All my shooters smart, but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (what?) Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz) Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.) I don't wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (ayy, bro, pull up) You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (ten toes) And my pistols like Snoop, .64, switches on them Glocks (brr) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap Gave my mama all that time, she did 10 and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks and made that back DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

What's up, baby, I'm doin' ad-libs right now, you hear me? (500) I'm doin' ad-libs right now (yeah) Hold on, hold on, I'm 'bout to call you right back (Helluva made the beat, baby) (Twin Grizzleys) ayy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack (huh), shoes was a stack Belt was a stack (huh), shoes was a stack Ayy, these boys lame as f-, I got facial recognition (huh) Murder mag manager, I got it out the kitchen I'll elevate your bum a- career, with my mention Dawg mad, so I hit his b- and doubled up the tension (ha-ha) Dropped the Range Rover just to move through the snow (skrrt) Drumroll forty 'cause I move when it's go (ayy) Yeah, I heard your song, it was cool, but you broke (yeah) Yeah, I heard you play with that tool, but you bold (yeah) I walk in the club and get to trippin' like my lace loose (make it rain) Hit I gotta (okay), I bought that b- some Prada (okay) Too much money on my plate, heavyweight, b- I'm eight deuce (okay) Check that bag like a guala, on my momma (woo) N- hate when I talk money 'cause they ain't got none (hey) Make a opp run (hey), call a hundred round Glock fun 500 essays, my ni- had a high run (500) Dreamed I was in a Benz, so I dropped one (skrrt) Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Tool on the TEC, fool and get whacked, uh Smooth, but I don't play by rules, so get back (okay) Don't wear blue, so I'ma buy the Loub's just to match it (okay) Jumpin' over n- leapin' hit that p- for a hour off them pills, I, uh Eliminate, I'm sleep Teacher asked who I wanna be, I said, "My nigga Tee" Whole squad throwin' up the B's like I hit a three Left wrist icy (hey), right wrist icy (hey) B- tried to spike me (hey), feds try to 'dict me (hey) Saint Laurent shirt, nah, b- this ain't no white tee Put all my n- on that screen like I'm Spike Lee Cooler on the TEC, four-five, Nina Busser Baby, wanna be my kid's momma, I can't trust her P- was amazin' but I can't even cuff her Too much bread, I can't even spread chunky peanut butter (ooh) If you know your b- bad, n-, please, tuck her Tell her new n-, "Take a knee, I done fucked her" (okay) P- was amazin' but I can't even cuff her (okay) Too much bread like I'm tryna spread chunky peanut butter N-, left wrist icy, right wrist icy (ice) Left wrist icy (ice), right wrist icy (ice) Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack N-, left wrist icy (yeah), right wrist icy (both of 'em) Left wrist icy (yeah), right wrist icy (hundred on that b-) Belt was a stack (yeah), shoes was a stack (what else?) Belt was a stack (what else?), shoes was a stack (talk to 'em) Ayy, ask God to help me take flight (yeah) Now I know how it feel to everythin', except wear fake ice (facts) Only tell the truth to Jesus, when we talk on late nights (amen) Like, "You know I committed every sin except for rape, right? (Did everythin') Waitin' on our momma now, they gave me back my brother (he hard) My chain cost the same way I keep it, that's a hundred (whole hundred) The shooter got his passport, we'll blow you down in London (boom) Next time a n- diss me, ask 'em, "Do he got more money?" (He don't) I got pull, ayy (pull), but it's rules, ayy (but it's rules) Have n- walk up in your house like they your roommates (knock-knock) Yeah, left wrist icy (icy), new crib pricy (yeah) N- don't like me, you'll get fried like Hibachi (cookin') Wish somebody would, try to play like I ain't GOATed (what?) Keep it real, I'm the reason n- gettin' noticed (facts) I was headlinin', n- couldn't even open (facts) It was mine first, now it's Baby Grizz' moment, n- Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, b- Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, b- (stack, b-, stack, b-)

Ayy, ayy, what's up gang Let me go secure the M's for the gang Ayy, ayy, what's up gang Those niggas still think it's my fault Ayy I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) I went been feelin' all kites To puttin' an M on my block New Gucci sweater is drip (that's drip) Somebody give me a mop (that's drip) These niggas act like the cops (Like fuzz) Gossipin' more than the thots (nigga what?) In jail I had stripes off the rocks (stripes) I make you count off the rocks These niggas think that I made it and Can't get my friends, so they wanna be ops If I see no niggas who hatin' and I'm In that spaceship, I'm droppin' that top I get that cake like my b-day ain't no happy belated I'm callin' the guap Who gave you niggas a voice Who told you your thoughts count GPS straight to the money I put my niggas in route They told me got bricks in the drop AR with the big Mickey Mouse You poses your lady at 12, Ain't that nice seein' my dick in her mouth? Candles all over the mansion You lil niggas can't shit on my house I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) Fuck-fuck with-with me-me boy Cut off your hands and your fingers 100 round in your ears with a ringer Cock it back, watch it turn to a singer Get it firing like this Jerry Springer All of my niggas on go-go Zip the AR back like the pogo Don't do dirty with these niggas, they popo Had a G Wagon trap turned to rojo Finally gave it to us in that cold-cold Heard the hoes going' wild down in soho One's black and the other one's Mexican Had the hoes eating dick like El Pollo Younger than you with a Maybach Younger than you with a Bentley Fuckin' your bitch from the back, Got her head in a pillow, she keep yellin' gently Ain't being friends with these niggas Cause when i was down not a soul had sympathy That's how I go when you're broke Bitch on the boat do coke Bitch I fucked up on my own Not get lost on these new niggas clones Fucked that bitch and she asked for a loan Bitch you gon' get that shit on your own And nobody give me not a thing So I spend 90k on my ring You can see all my pain in my watch Got my ex downing' bottles of scotch Walkin' round with my hand on my crotch Cause I'm popping and i know you not And I know you see just how I'm livin' You not happy with life so you sippin' Walkin' reeboks on treetops gettin' hella guap Got a big Benz like Sasquatch, Are you talking shit, nigga, with a bitch? Know it's top notch I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) The iPhone IG all the time (I see you) How dare them niggas gon' lie? Wagyu steak, I dine (real steak) 8 oz, two 55 (real steak) I can't get funky with niggas, My niggas so groovy, you niggas be jives If i ain't had love for me, I woulda been trying' to get Nicki Minaj I need a duffle a verse, I do a hook for a dime Put murders on FaceTime before i get to the club, Nigga, look at the line Money ain't changed my heart but I'm smarter I guess it changed my mind And I take care of my hitters in prison, Don't think it's safe inside (stab his ass) I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes)

Melly the menace I got out my bag and I went and got me Fucked up environment That's what JGreen said, that's what he said, hey She swallows that dick like a vitamin Young nigga world Melly the menace Fucked up environment (King Wonka beats), hey Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Bitch, I'm from Gifford, that K A to G, that's a fucked up environment (fucked up environment) Chain got attached to more, 3.14, pussy boy ain't no pie in me (no pie in me) Chopper diminish your organs, your penance if you ever lie to me Just like a jail, we gon' sentence him, capture his soul and replenish him (oh, oh, oh) Don't give no fuck 'bout a friend, and fuck that lil' jit, I ain't kin to him (fuck that hoe) Wrap his ass up like salami, and chop his ass up, now we blendin' him (blendin' him) Cook his ass up, we gon' chemist him, ooh, get at him Scorpio move with the stick We gon' catch his ass slippin' and then we gon' finish him (get over here) Break his ass down and diminish him Don't give no fucks 'bout offendin' him These hoes are just alike, I swear they got all of these bitches still synonym Lil biddy bitch, you an antonym (antonym, bitch) How in the fuck is you friends with them? (Friends with the bitch) Bitch, I'm a thug, not a gentleman (facts, facts) Swallow my dick like some cinnamon Swallow my dick like some dinner, man (facts, facts) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman (uh, uh) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman Ooh, bitch ass nigga don't want no problems Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Glock on my waist, with your bitch in my face, I'm like, "Fuck the society" (fuck the society) You don't want beef, we pull up with them sticks And you gotta go fire him (fire the bitch) I do not care what you talkin' about, all these bitches desire me (bitches desire me) Taraji P. Henson, your bitch gon' Empire me (gon' Empire me) She suck on my neck and my dick, she vampire me (vampire me, bitch) I fuck with JGreen 'cause I know he won't lie to me I fuck with Sakchaser, I know he gon' ride for me We hit a lick for ten bands, that shit like hittin' the lottery (lottery, bitch) We sendin' shots at your man, we do not send no apologies (apology, bitch) I am so high in the sky, think I can study for astrology (astrology, bitch) Bitch ass nigga do not want no beef And he know that I'm straight out the pot with it Oh, oh, straight out the pot with it Oh, Jay Rich go out with Young Malo Yeah, bitch, I'm straight out the pot with it JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot Fuck is that young nigga talkin' 'bout? Know that my Glock will demolish him (demolish you, bitch) Pull-up on him and we moppin' then wet his ass up then we polish him (toom, toom-toom) Seen his ass all in public, must've thought that I was gon' say, "Hi" to him (hi to the bitch) I just pulled up, put that fire to him (fire to him) You ridin' with him, then you die with him Fuck what they talkin' 'bout? Pull-up and air it out (air that shit out, bitch) Location turned off, you don't know 'bout our whereabouts (nothin' 'bout my whereabouts, bitch) These bitches opinions somethin' I don't care about (about the bitch) Traphouse, got the baseheads runnin' in and out (in and out the bitch) I was losin' in the race, fuck nigga look who winnin' now (look who winnin', bitch) Run up the money, we run up the commas now (run up the commas now) Givenchy steppin', Louis Ferragamo now (fuck up a check) Don't fuck on these bitches, we fuck on these bitches' mamas now

I know Tell me now, no, oh-oh Lemme' get on my Michael Jackson shit really, eh I'm hot as fuck in this jacket (whoa, oh, oh) Getting hotter than a bitch in here I ain't really with the shits, yeah bih Shawty drunk as fuck I think she did a beer I don't want that ho, she from last year Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I ain't really with the shits, yeah bih Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga run that Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga run that Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga really Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime You know a nigga really Ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ah Fuckboy get tucked in they motherfuckin' pamper Leave you shitted out, fuckboy what's the answer Called them niggas but they ain't answer Ballin' on niggas like I got bouncer Ballin' on niggas like I got cancer Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch there named should be Prancer Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch there should be a dancer She don't wanna be a stripper so I cannot tip her, uh (tip her) Thick yellow bitch and she grabbin' on my zipper (on my zipper) Catch a pussy nigga, shoot 'em like I play for Clippers, uh (Clipper) Oops, I meant the Blippers, baby girl you know I'm slimey (slatt) Fuckin' on yo thot, I'm like the Grinch I'm super grimy (slimey) Slimy, green, ooh yeah (yeah) Think the bitch the Grinch, she keep eatin' on glass (glass) Fuck yo thot and I won't go mad (mad) You love that bitch so much, you even ate the ass (the ass) Hop in the coupe with my young slimes and then I spaz (spaz) Fuck on yo thot I'm from motherfuckin' Trinidad ('nidad) I'm just playin', you know a nigga from the G (the G) I got racks, you know them bitches all on me Am I cute? Am I cute? Yay or nay Eat that dick, drink it up, Gatorade (Gatorade) Yo nigga hatin' think he need some Haterade (so hard) Fuckboy, I don't play no ace of spades (go hard) I keep my weapon deployed (oh) They want the boy to be destroyed Fuckin' on yo thot, I'm like "ugh" (whoa) I might air her, she fuckin' on all my boys I'm a rich street nigga, ya dig that Pull up on yo ass, you get yo wig snatched Like 3 bitches in the line fighting for, uh Tracks (slatt, slatt) Tracks (gang, gang) Hoppin' out the coupe with the MAC (with the MAC) Tell a pussy nigga back, back (back up, back up, back) Wait, tell a pussy nigga bike, bike (bike, bike) Bitch ride on the dick just like a bike (like a bike, man) I am not no motherfuckin' dyke (fuck you pussy) Fuck it boy I'll shoot up, why? (why, why) Huh, I would take yo motherfuckin' life (take your life) Shut the fuck up, you ain't take nobody life (cap) And you know a nigga got a couple Stripes (strapped, strapped, strapped) Pussy bitch, you know I like them egg whites (energy) Big titties on the front of her chest (that back) Big titties, 5 bands I'll invest (I'll invest) Fuckboy, put you in cardiac arrest (arrest) You're heart-broke, you can't even say yes (yes) You're heart-broke, you can't even say no (no) You make me Melly pose (whoa, oh, oh)