Nightmare on Peachtree Street (feat. Freddie Dredd) (Explicit) - Yung Gravy/bbno$/Freddie Dredd/BABY GRAVY

Lyrics by：Matthew Hauri/Alex Gumuchian/Ryan Mitchel Chassels

Composed by：Jason Rich/David Wilson

Freddie shows

Gravy were they at

Baby sold out

Yea tour the world

Get the bag

Get the money

Pipe your mom

She so lovely

Never wife a thot I love da money

Out in San Diego with some boys

3 days no sleep can't keep poised

Uhhhhh hold up

Real short real stout no tea cup

I ain't even gon **** no prenup

Seed planter mr Peanut

Got grass ch-ch-chia

**** contacts I dont wanna see ya nope

Splash onomatopoeia

Splash

I'm colder I can guarantee ya

Guarantee ya

My whole damn closet all zebra

My ***** delicious

Yo ***** fictitious

Gravy so clean you should see my dishes

Peep how I live think I got 3 wishes

Endless ice bread *******

I-I aint never lackin

I be gettin to the action

Im finessing with a passion

President of smashing

5 ti'me champion

Gravy came through

And put fashion out of fashion

Da da da da da da

We pull up they say ooh la la

Oh my

Da da da da da da

Trapped here

Forced me to do this part

What

Steppin on a *****

I aint wifing no **** h*e

What the freddie needs

Is a god d**n gat h*e

Lurkin in the dark

I aint need no sight

That fool on god damn bike

Boom from the glock

And I take his ****

What the fred get

Little money and a bic

Spark my dart then I'm heading to the park

Got damn boi I aint got no heart

Miss my home is it ever so deep

Walkin' in the heat while I bump jays beats

I'mma hang you from a noose at gravy height

Got no fear ***** better come and fight

Too d**e got rope in my back pack

Lil ***** wanna suck on my nut sack

Got steeze oh please give me all that

Owe me money I'mma need some ******* cash back

***** wanna suck on my god my peter

Understand h*e I'm a god damn leader

Slob on my knob I'm gunna complete it

Turn around baby girl I wanna squeeze

Im cold in the club got your ***** shivering

Stole yo h*e like the god damn bling ring

Backpack full got all the loot

I'm so petty I'mma teef you boots boots

Freddie shows

Gravy were they at

Baby sold out

Yea tour the world

Get the bag

Get the money

Pipe your mom

She so lovely

Never wife a thot I love da money

Out in San Diego with some boys

3 days no sleep can't keep poised

Uhhhhh hold up

P***y boys bugging I'm pesticide

Pesticide

4 billie streams like I'm bonafide

Bonafide

MK2 it's a joy ride

She jeckle me off like u'm mr Hyde

Boys in the stu off the DMT

Yeah we quite high got my d**k

And my balls on

While u'm at 5 guys

Mayo with the fries

Eyes on the prize

Its bag bag bag

Baby no money what you say say say

Only ever tryna get paid paid paid

Pop it bop it lock it fade

Dunno how I got laid laid laid

Got a little pump she got A D and a rose

10 like ben 10 wrist on frozen

Merch seller full name Jason clothes

Never sold out but I sold out shows