Nightmare on Peachtree Street lyrics

[Intro: bbno$]
Bro, I gotta get sponsored by other big bro, little of a plan, you know what I'm saying?
I gotta call that sh*t guy of her self-defense, baby, got some money

[Chorus: bbno$]
(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 poise (Uhh, hold up)
(Uh)

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Real short, real stout, no tea cup (Woo)
I ain't even gon' f*ck, no pre-nut (Nah)
Sea plant, I'm Mr. Peanut
Got grass, ch-ch-chia
f*ck context, I don't wanna see ya' (No)
Splash, onomatopoeia (Splash)
I'm colder, I can guarantee ya'
My whole damn closet zebra
My b*tch delicious, your b*tch factitious
Gravy so clean you should see my dishes
[?] think I got three wishes, endless ice, bread, b*tches (Ooh)
I-I ain't never like it I be gettin' to the action of finessin' with a passion
Better than the smashin', five time champion
Gravy came through, pull a fashion of a fash
[Bridge: Yung Gravy]
Da-da-da, da-da
We pull up, then say ooh-la-la
Da-da-da, da-da

[Verse 2: Freddie Dredd]
Steping on the b*tch, I ain't wifing no f*ck hoe
What the Freddie needs is a goddamn get-hoe
Looking in the doc, I ain't need no sight
That fool on a goddamn bike
Boom from the Glock and I take this sh*t
What the Fred get, lil' money and a bag
Spark my talk, then I'm headed to the park
Goddamn boy, I ain't got no heart
Miss my home, is it ever so deep?
Walking in the heat while I bump chase beats
I'ma hit you ahead-news from Gravy height
Got no feel, b*tch, better come and fight
Too dope, got rope in my backpack
Lil b*tch wanna suck on my nutsack
Got steez, oh please, give me all that
On me money, I'ma need some f*cking cashback
b*tch wanna suck on my goddamn pee
Understand hoe, I'm a goddman leader
Slab on my knob, I'm gonna come cleaning
Turn around, baby girl, I wanna squeeze it
I'm cold in the club, got your b*tch shivering
Stole your hoe like goddamn a bling ring
Backpack full of that loot
I'm so petty, I'ma teeth your boots (Boots)
[Chorus: bbno$]
(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)

[Verse 3: bbno$]
pus*y boys buggin', I'ma pass the [?]
[?] like I'm bonafide (Bonafide)
[?] it's a joyride
She j*rkin' me, I'ma miss [?] (Uh)
Boys in the stu', on the TNT, y'all be [?]
Hard, got [?] I'm at Five Guys
Milk with the fries, eyes on the prize
It's bag, bag, bag, bbno$ (Skr, skr, skr)
What you say, say, say?
Only ever tryna get paid, paid, paid
Pop it, pop it, lock it, fair
I don't know how I got laid, laid, laid
Got a lil' [?]
[?] like Ben 10, wrist so froze
[?] centerfold with some clothes
Never sold out, but I sold out shows (Uh)
[Outro: bbno$]
(bbno$)
Skr (Woah-woah-woah)
This right here, is a one hundred percent certified slapper