Nightmare On 823 ft. Rockout Ent Lyrics

Come on uh I like this beat right here on some Groovy Shit uh uh

Let me tell you about a story, how the youngin' Servin' bowls, out here makin' it, and trappin', You know me, I be on rapping shit

These other niggas be posted up, with they flag like Stop cappin aint having it

The way I change up all my songs, I'm feelin' Like an activist

The perky activated, bitch, I ain't constipated, I'm sorry, boo you want me, I don't want no Real relation

I tried to tell my soldier, I came from none, but I ain't new to basic

The time I called him, bro, it's time to slide, you Sitting counting yo paper

Thats on my mama, I been him would never Catch me being no chaser

I ain't no junkie, I ain't no rook, gotta keep a Glock 10 with a laser

Real heavy motion, Indiana like I'm runnin' From the pacer

And who the captain know on this ship, my

Nigga tryna rob and take him

Them hollow tips, had filled em up, I don't Know how that nigga took em

If a nigga try indict me, I might have the devin Book em

Two styrofoams, im' double cup, I don't know How my lean ain't shook up

I had that nigga get the fuck up, he tryna play Me like a sucker

Niggas tryna play me like a sucker, but I ain't Goin' that

Niggas tryna copy what I do, they bitches too Attached

Swing with the pole it'll hit a nigga, right in his Face, pussy ass nigga, you a bitch

Makin' no money, she callin' me daddy, this Shit automatic, it ain't got no switch

Police sirens around the city, let's turn it up, Let's make a mess

I'm a dog in the shit, she feelin' on me, so she Love the bones, so she love the fetch

Freaky' nigga so she love the sex, diamond Teeth, get these bitches wet

You broke, nigga, you ain't makin' money, so In the field, we call and text

Spilled' lean on my pants, call it purple denim

Got red on my feet, I'm a walkin' sinner

Can't fuck too many, I'm a bougie nigga

All these hoes on the floor, let my partner hit Em

Fuck Nigga wanna diss, let my partner get em Uh

Fuck that, let's crop the picture

Tryna build me a ho, like I'm Bob the Builder

She ain't got a pretty face, ain't fuckin' with em

All that flashin' guns might think you a actor

Whole time, you ain't got a gun, nigga, you a Lacker

Whole time, you was fakin' my nigga, you a Capper

I can make it out wit rap, but I knock me a Rapper we could all make it out stop hating' on Niggas

Showin' love to my brothers, I make bread With them

One plate in my hand, I share it out with you

I'm the man in the shit, aint no middle man, Nigga

Nightmare on fuckin' Anderson Street

Niggas better stack they bread and get the Fuck out by the way

Cause if you in our way, we gon' step on your Necks

That's on my momma, nigga

Haan, bitch