EA Nightmare lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, huh
Ooh, they make some fire ass beats
I’m talkin’ ‘bout (20Rocket on this b*tch so it's gon' knock)
I‘m talkin’ ‘bout
I got my stick

[Chorus]
I walk with it, look like Michael Myers (Yeah)
I’m late night in it, vampire (Yeah, Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Wham)
I toe tag, gang bangin’, red flag on my stick (Ooh)
I’m from the east side, man, you know I’m on my sh*t (I’m on it)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his sh*t (Okay)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his sh*t (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t got no time for reload, gotta 30 in mine
Gotta catch a n*gga, gotta zero, gotta squeeze ‘em one time
Yeah, I know y’all n*ggas, y’all been hoes, but y’all talk a lot
So I gotta pull up on a opp and let this sh*t spark a lot
I see y’all wanna talk to it, that internet
I can’t show no none of y’all n*ggas, no type of respect
You know I’m built for this sh*t, you know I’m a vet
You know I’m king with this sh*t, you know I’m a threat
You know I’m bombin’ sh*t and I am not Saddam Hussein
You know I’m Big Slimeball and Nudy is the name
You know I started cutthroat, PDE the gang
None of my n*ggas ain’t change, what the f*ck you think
Free Nario, a real killer in the chain gang
15 oh for my young n*ggas, still gang bang
Shoot up sh*t, what the f*ck do them people think
Stick a n*gga, duck tape, yeah, for that money mane
[Chorus]
I walk with it, look like Michael Myers (Yeah)
I’m late night in it, vampire (Yeah, Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Wham)
I toe tag, gang bangin’, red flag on my stick (Ooh)
I’m from the east side, man, you know I’m on my sh*t (I’m on it)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his sh*t (Okay)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his sh*t (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Raise up the murder rate, say the word ?
Spend all the money, dog, put him on the curb
I ain’t even gon’ lie ‘bout this, I make them n*gga fall, dog
Like twin tower, on they block nothin’ but flowers
I am not a coward, my gold gang sour
We pull up on them, ooh, wicked, wicked, it stay with it
Know I got the stick and this stick on them, sticky-icky
Sticky-icky
30 in my glizzy, I got shooters, it just ready
And you know they done with that sh*t, send that boy to heaven
All this God damn money on me, man, it is a blessin’
Man, I sit back thinkin’ ‘bout the times when I was stressin’
Man, I been turnt up on these haters, they see I’m flexin’
Look at all these diamonds in my motherf*ckin’ necklace
Protect me, yeah, the Glock Smith and Wesson
Shoot a n*gga up, so fast, nothin’ less than
I’ma keep it real, 10 toes, I be on my 10, dog
I don’t ever switch on none of my homies, no friends, dog
Everything ’round me, loyal
Everything ‘round me came up out the soil, soil
[Chorus]
I walk with it, look like Michael Myers (Yeah)
I’m late night in it, vampire (Yeah, Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Wham)
I toe tag, gang bangin’, red flag on my stick (Ooh)
I’m from the east side, man, you know I’m on my sh*t (I’m on it)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his sh*t (Okay)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his sh*t (Yeah)