Freddy Krueger YNW Melly (Ft. Tee Grizzley)

[Intro: YNW Melly & Tee Grizzley]
Now I'm in love with my shotgun
Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (Yeah, I fuck with this beat, bah)
I don't even know who the fuck on this bitch, for real (Grizzley? Hahaha)

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Tee Grizzley]
Boolin' in the cut with my shooters (Bah-bah-bah)
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (Brrt)
And I got a clique full of shooters (Brrt)
And I'm in your dreams, Freddy Krueger (Bah)
Fuckin' with my niggas, bet they do ya (Woo)
Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (Cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (Right out my Ruger)
And I'm in yo' dreams, Freddy Krueger (Slimes on your Ave)
Don't fuck with me, my young niggas'll do ya
Blood they gon' do ya, my young niggas'll do ya
Do ya, do ya, do ya, my young niggas'll do ya (Do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah (She screaming)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Posted in the alley with that Draco (Brrat)
We comfortable in places niggas can't go (Pull up)
Touch my nigga, Melly, let that thang go (Bow, bow)
These rap niggas pussy, where your chain go?
The spots in Detroit, I supply them (Dope)
I'm talking loud we going by him (Come here)
Can't cook but I'm gonna fry him (Bitch)
My advice, don't stand by him (Don't)
Fifty round chopper clip big on the K
Niggas talk crazy on the 'Gram every day
See the stick with me like I got a kid on the way
Fuck that, see if he can talk shit from the grave
Don't come over here tryna flex (Don't do it)
You gon' get all that shit took (Gimme that!)
Used to get sauce from the west (Dope)
Shoot it to the east, get it cooked (Hard)
Monday through Friday I'm booked (Facts)
Ninety on the skelly, how it look? (Bling)
Still pull a kick door quick
Drop everybody in the house, John Wick (Bow)