Nightmare on Peachtree Street (feat. Freddie Dredd)

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

Lyrics by：Matthew Hauri/Alex Gumuchian/Ryan Chassels

Composed by：Jason Rich/David Wilson

Bro I gotta get sponsored by elderberry bro

Literal plant you know what I'm saying

I gotta call that **** guy of her self defense

Baby got some money

Freddie shows gravy

Where they at baby

Sold out baby yeah

Tour the world yeah get the bag yeah

Get the money yeah pipe your mom 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 poised uhh hold up

Real short real stout no tea cup woo

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

Seed planter Mr peanut

Got grass ch ch chia

**** contacts I don't wanna see ya' no

Splash onomatopoeia splash

I'm colder I can guarantee ya'

My whole damn closet zebra

My ***** delicious your ***** fictitious

Gravy so clean you should see my dishes

Peep how I live think I got three wishes

Endless ice bread ******* ooh

I I ain't never lackin' I be gettin'

To the action I'm finessin' with a passion

President of smashin' five time champion

Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion

Da da da da da da help

We pull up they say ooh la la

Open

Da da da da da da

Run

Stepin' on the ***** I ain't wifin' no **** h*e

What the freddie needs is a goddamn gat h*e

Lurkin' in the dark I ain't need no sight

That fool on a goddamn bike

Boom from the glock and I take his ****

What the fred get lil' money and a bic

Spark my dark then I head into the park

Goddamn boy ain't got no heart

Miss my home is it ever so deep

Walking in the heat while I bump j's beats

I'ma hang you from a noose from gravy height

Got no feel ***** better come and fight

Too d**e got rope in my backpack

Lil' ***** wanna suck on my nutsack

Got steeze oh please give me all that

Owe me money I'ma need some ******* cashback

***** wanna suck on my goddamn peter

Understand h*e I'm a goddamn leader

Slob on my knob I'm gonna complete it

Turn around baby girl I wanna squeeze it

I'm cold in the club got your ***** shiverin'

Stole your h*e like goddamn a bling ring

Backpack full of that loot

I'm so petty I'ma thief your boots boots

Freddie shows gravy

Where they at baby

Sold out baby yeah

Tour the world yeah get the bag yeah

Get the money yeah pipe your mom 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 hold up

P***y boys buggin' I'm pesticide pesticide

Four billie streams like I'm bonafide bonafide

Mk 2 it's a joyride

She jeckle me off like I'm Mr hyde uh

Boys in the stu' off the dmt yeah we quite

High got my d**k and my balls

In er while I'm at five guys

Mayo with the fries eyes on the prize

It's bag bag bag bagging no me

What you say say say

Only ever tryna get paid paid paid

Pop it bop it lock it fade

I don't know how I got laid laid laid

Got a lil' pump she got a d and a rose

Ten like ben 10 wrist on frozen

Merch seller full name jason clothes

Never sold out but I sold out shows uh

Bagging on me

Skr woah woah woah

This right here is a one

Hundred percent certified slapper

Slapper slapper