Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elm Street, artist - Jimmy wopo. Date of issue: 22.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Elm Street |
| Uh huh, uh |
| One thirteen nine seven nigga |
| A legend was made nigga |
| Uh |
| Tune the fuck in |
| Turn me up nigga |
| Lord forgive me for my sins |
| Real shit |
| Out here gang bangin', I was born in the nineties |
| 'Bout eleven, twelve, when I first decided |
| What the fuck I’ma claim, who the fuck I’ma ride with |
| Bitch I’m Eight Block for life so I got that shit tatted |
| T’d up on these niggas like the offensive lineman |
| Youngin clockin' out, I was putting that time in |
| Niggas steady hating 'cause they jumped in behind me |
| I said fuck it, get this money, I’ma kill 'em with kindness |
| Shit was adding up, now it’s starting to minus |
| Used to shoot it out, it was easy to find us |
| Now we getting older, it’s just homework and science |
| Before I come up out the crib I gotta peep through the blinds |
| Rocked jeans and my Nikes, in the 'jects shooting dice |
| Lil Deck to my left, Top Dawg to my right |
| Pull up to the light, double cup with some ice |
| Glock 17, if I don’t up it quick 'gainst them, that’s my life |
| In the hood where I’m from you go through shit you don’t like |
| If your daddy was a rat then your ass is a mice |
| Go get your brother, get your cousin, niggas taking your bike |
| It’s Jimmy Wop, he offed an opp, don’t make me do this shit twice |
| One, two, make me come up out that roof |
| Three, four, better watch that back door |
| Five, six, bitch we finna do a hit |
| Seven, eight, hundred shots in my AK |
| Nine, ten, you can’t see behind the tint |
| Lord forgive me for my sins |
| Lord forgive me for my sins |
| Lord forgive me for my sins |
| I got niggas throwing bricks for free |
| I got niggas doing hits for cheap |
| Make it thunder nigga, OKC |
| On McScary with my killers nigga, free KD |
| Used to be my friends now they my enemies |
| Since elementary knew I’ll see penitentiaries |
| Been a bad lil nigga, no common sense for me |
| I ain’t never had shit up under the Christmas tree |
| It’s a mystery, Scooby Doo |
| Uzi made 'em do the hula hoop |
| Choppa make 'em chicken noodle soup |
| I got some hitters like to toot and boot |
| Rubber handle, fuck a ransom nigga, no fruit |
| Donkey Kong clips let that banana shoot |
| On my Pokémon shit, I let it peek at you |
| Spin blocks, spin back again, that shit like deja vu |
| One, two, make me come up out that roof |
| Three, four, better watch that back door |
| Five, six, bitch we finna do a hit |
| Seven, eight, hundred shots in my AK |
| Nine, ten, you can’t see behind the tint |
| Lord forgive me for my sins |
| Lord forgive me for my sins |
| Lord forgive me for my sins |