Elm Street lyrics
by Enphamus
[Intro: Zach Hurth, Back of the Class, & Enphamus]
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[Verse: Enphamus]
You want a feature from big E, I need a hunnid' Ps
Been knockin' n*ggas off they block, ask his b*tch to leave
Was in the trap stompin' out rats, you was in Chuck E. Cheese
Just did a drill bumpin' that "Not a Drill," I f*ck with Veeze
Gang gon' walk down a n*gga whip like a water boy
These guns just props, if you the feds, then these just water toys
[?], f*cked a shawty b*tch just like the [?]
You done sold more grass than me and slave owners, my lawn is yours
Quick to park a stolo' like a valet, better come through beamin'
Big di*k in my pistol, think you hard? I'ma come through schemin'
You ain't smokin' on no f*ckin' opp, 'cause yo' gun too [?]
If you scarеd to leave sumn' in the streets, thеn n*gga, beat them feet
I caught my first one wit' lil' Quez, and I ain't looked back since
Knocked off that second n*gga dreads, I ain't want had since
The third one was Jeremiah, he get a four-flat Sprint'
The fourth n*gga slid on me, tryna' die 'bout a b*tch
The fifth n*gga dissed on me, so I shot off his lip
The seventh b*tch, I missed, homie, so I totaled the whip
The eighth- mm, uh, hol'on, look
The eighth one was on McNab, on Jay, I empty my clip
Boom
I'm in Carson, I could taste the flavors
I'ont think [?] got more shots, I put that on my baby
b*tch, don't say I'm smellin' good if you don't want no babies
I left the church, went on a drill rockin' some Adam Stacey's
b*tch, I got blood on my Stacey Adams
f*ck wit' the red but I like green, like I'm Bruce Banner
She on the strip, I made her strip, she call herself a dancer
I'm talkin' sh*t 'cause I got more shots than a f*ckin' camera
b*tch, uh, uh-look
[Outro: Zack Hurth]
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