Elm Street Song Lyrics

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Song:– Elm Street

Singer:– Eli Fross

Album:– The Book of Eli

Producer:– Great John

Written:– Eli Fross

Label:– RCA Records & Winners Circle Entertainment

Elm Street Lyrics Eli Fross

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, bitch
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Fross
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, look

[Chorus]
Pull up on ’em with the biggest gat and make his body twitch
Don’t give a fuck about no feelings, nigga I demolish shit
I got shooters that love gettin’ money while we poppin’ shit
Expensive bottles what we poppin’ nigga, pussy poppin’ quick
We makin’ movies when we runnin’ down, this ain’t no actin’ nigga
Got some scammers that be gettin’ money, but will clap a nigga
Claim it’s war, then we pull up on you like, “What happen nigga?”
You would think a nigga racist from the way we blastin’ niggas

[Verse]
I be ridin’ round with 10 on me, like it’s my favorite number
Shorty think I hit the lotto, so she suck me in the Hummer
She said she like the way I grab her up and beat it like no other
She attracted to my money and the way that I be stuntin’
Got tired of the green, started stackin’ up the hunnids
Shorty know she Benadryl, I be fuckin’ up her stomach
Once a nigga pop a pill, I be in it ’til the morning
She gon’ suck a nigga up while a nigga start to yawnin’, ah
Lil pussy nigga, don’t wanna get wiggity-wacked
Clickety-clack, wrapped up in that piggity-pack
Like what up, huh (Pussy)
Don’t liggity-lack, cause my shooters don’t give no chances, that’s a figgety-fact
We on demon timin’ lil’ nigga, what you wanna do?
Givin’ lessons straight to these niggas, post in front of school
You could die lil’ nigga, watch who you talkin’ to
Realize lil’ nigga, I only walk with goons
We on some other shit, ride ’round with a hundred grips
Got a hundred niggas strapped up, that’s a hundred clips
They on some other shit, big booties all around the clique
Act like boujee bitches, but fuck on some other shit
And we be wilin’ out, if I call the dogs, then they spazzin’ out
You was talkin’ all that shit, but like what happened now?
You passin’ out, you was talkin’, you was rattin’ out
If you talkin’ like you with it, boy be chattin’ now