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nightmare on elm - velly vellz lyrics

[intro]
1, 2, 3 let’s go
why these f*ck n*ggas talkin’ on bro?
why these f*ck n*ggas talkin’ on bro?
why these f*ck n*ggas talkin’ on bro?
who these lil n*ggas? ion know
i ain’t gotta say that i’ma throw, cause word to the set*

[chorus]
why these f*ck n*ggas talkin’ on bro?
who these lil n*ggas? ion know
i ain’t gotta say that i’ma throw, cause word to the set these lil’ n*ggas know
me and bro do a hit get low
switch up the whip, then i switch up the pole
and you know i’ma switch up the drip
blood on my fingers, i gotta get close
tryna go make a nightmare on elm street
with this .40 i’m feelin like krueger
when we spin, we gon’ jump out the whip
tryna get close, tryna bust a medula
and i never had love for a b*tch
15, fell in love wit’ a ruger
lil bro might spin on a scooter
droppin’ the l, we don’t f*ck with no losers

[verse 1]
every time i look up, a new opp in my mentions
it ain’t ever a new n*gga spinnin’
they askin’ ’bout bodies, these n*ggas be trippin’
gun on my body, they can go ask the trenches
we rob the robbers, we k!llin’ k!llers
it’s velly osama, cause b*tch i’m a villain
n*ggas be chattin’ like they with that action
catch him in traffic you know he gon’ talk
catch him in traffic, you know what’s gon’ happen
better stop mentionin’ streets in that rappin
n*gga try pull out a phone and i’m blowin’ a hole through that b*tch with a full metal jacket
said he got .30, on bro n*ggas cappin’
seen us a 3rd, we gon’ send him a casket
smokin’ on budda, that n*gga a pack
how the f*ck you got whacked, tryna clap through the [?]
n*ggas jokes
he hung himself, i just gave him the rope
all of these bodies they blamin’ me for
if you wanna be tact’ i could make it way more
better stop dissin’ my set with them boys
‘fore we come lay you to rest with them boys
i got some sh*t that’ll really make noise
know that 300 gon’ drill on them boys
[chorus]
why these f*ck n*ggas talkin’ on bro?
who these lil n*ggas? ion know
i ain’t gotta say that i’ma throw, cause word to the set these lil’ n*ggas know
me and bro do a hit get low
switch up the whip, then i switch up the pole
and you know i’ma switch up the drip
blood on my fingers, i gotta get close
tryna go make a nightmare on elm street
with this .40 i’m feelin like krueger
when we spin, we gon’ jump out the whip
tryna get close, tryna bust a medula
and i never had love for a b*tch
15, fell in love wit’ a ruger
lil bro might spin on a scooter
droppin’ the l, we don’t f*ck with no losers

[verse 2]
and it’s real in the field, real sh*t
if you scared then you better go get you a bl!ck
velly been doin’ this sh*t since a jit
i ain’t new to this, n*gga i’m true to this sh*t
i*i’m off a yerk and you know how i get
got me punchin’ my chest and i’m stabbin’ my hip
that might have made you just think about notti
he always knew [?]
n*ggas be tryna make movies and sh*t, like that’s not the reason that dude in a spliff
did it before and i’ll do it again
if you think i’m a hoe then you already hit
think i’m a b*tch then you already shot
20 .16’s they won’t come to my block
free all my demons, they got ’em up top
they know that them n*ggas still drillin’ a lot
h*lla shooters on the team, we just swept ’em with the b*tch
we got scopes and we got beams, youngin’s tryna take that risk
put the grip up on the switch, i shoot that b*tch right off the hit
if he trip, then we gon’ blitz and we goin’ down bad on him dip
h*lla shooters on the team, we gon’ slide up wit’ them sticks
90 shots inside the whip, you know the guys stay on that sh*t
if he mentionin’ 300, then he gotta mention hits
have my shorty wipe his nose, might slime his mama for them bits
[outro]
grrah, and they gon’ die
talkin’ on my bro, and you know them n*ggas they gon’ die
all my demons they gon’ slide
p*ssy you a hoe, you better not come out to my*

- velly vellz lyrics

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