Buckshot in my ceiling, aye
Icy cup, these my children
Mixin' red, I hate you
Talk down, what's wrong with you? aye
Pinch me out this, you gon' die
Gettin' delulu, this a knife, huh
This is McDonald's Sprite, aye
No Batman, but we creep in the night, aye
Killed my producer, now he Yung Dead
Now you like all of the rest aye
Aye, aye
On Elm Street, uh
Freddy Kreuger's knife in the trash
Trash, in the night we roll deep, aye
Wit' the, wit' the, wit' the