Elm Street
[Intro: Zach Hurth, Back of the Class, & Enphamus]
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We just touched down in Atlanta, and you know we had to link with Enphamus
Enphamus, what's up?
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[Verse: Enphamus]
You want a feature from big E, I need a hunnid' Ps
Been knockin' n***as off they block, ask his bitch to leave
Was in the trap stompin' out rats, you was in Chuck E. Cheese
Just did a drill bumpin' that "Not a Drill," I fuck with Veeze
Gang gon' walk down a n***a whip like a water boy
These guns just props, if you the feds, then these just water toys
[?], fucked a shawty bitch just like the [?]
You done sold more grass than me and slave owners, my lawn is yours
Quick to park a stolo' like a valet, better come through beamin'
Big dick in my pistol, think you hard? I'ma come through schemin'
You ain't smokin' on no fuckin' opp, 'cause yo' gun too [?]
If you scarеd to leave sumn' in the streets, thеn n***a, beat them feet
I caught my first one wit' lil' Quez, and I ain't looked back since
Knocked off that second n***a dreads, I ain't want had since
The third one was Jeremiah, he get a four-flat Sprint'
The fourth n***a slid on me, tryna' die 'bout a bitch
The fifth n***a dissed on me, so I shot off his lip
The seventh bitch, I missed, homie, so I totaled the whip
The eighth- mm, uh, hol'on, look
The eighth one was on McNab, on Jay, I empty my clip
Boom
I'm in Carson, I could taste the flavors
I'ont think [?] got more shots, I put that on my baby
Bitch, don't say I'm smellin' good if you don't want no babies
I left the church, went on a drill rockin' some Adam Stacey's
Bitch, I got blood on my Stacey Adams
Fuck wit' the red but I like green, like I'm Bruce Banner
She on the strip, I made her strip, she call herself a dancer
I'm talkin' shit 'cause I got more shots than a fuckin' camera
Bitch, uh, uh-look
[Outro: Zack Hurth]
Wait, is that it? That's it?
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Y'all know how we do
Fraud, cut!
Jackin' for Beats, powered by Back of the Class
Y'all know who I am, I'm your host, Zach Hurth
We just touched down in Atlanta, and you know we had to link with Enphamus
Enphamus, what's up?
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Go
[Verse: Enphamus]
You want a feature from big E, I need a hunnid' Ps
Been knockin' n***as off they block, ask his bitch to leave
Was in the trap stompin' out rats, you was in Chuck E. Cheese
Just did a drill bumpin' that "Not a Drill," I fuck with Veeze
Gang gon' walk down a n***a whip like a water boy
These guns just props, if you the feds, then these just water toys
[?], fucked a shawty bitch just like the [?]
You done sold more grass than me and slave owners, my lawn is yours
Quick to park a stolo' like a valet, better come through beamin'
Big dick in my pistol, think you hard? I'ma come through schemin'
You ain't smokin' on no fuckin' opp, 'cause yo' gun too [?]
If you scarеd to leave sumn' in the streets, thеn n***a, beat them feet
I caught my first one wit' lil' Quez, and I ain't looked back since
Knocked off that second n***a dreads, I ain't want had since
The third one was Jeremiah, he get a four-flat Sprint'
The fourth n***a slid on me, tryna' die 'bout a bitch
The fifth n***a dissed on me, so I shot off his lip
The seventh bitch, I missed, homie, so I totaled the whip
The eighth- mm, uh, hol'on, look
The eighth one was on McNab, on Jay, I empty my clip
Boom
I'm in Carson, I could taste the flavors
I'ont think [?] got more shots, I put that on my baby
Bitch, don't say I'm smellin' good if you don't want no babies
I left the church, went on a drill rockin' some Adam Stacey's
Bitch, I got blood on my Stacey Adams
Fuck wit' the red but I like green, like I'm Bruce Banner
She on the strip, I made her strip, she call herself a dancer
I'm talkin' shit 'cause I got more shots than a fuckin' camera
Bitch, uh, uh-look
[Outro: Zack Hurth]
Wait, is that it? That's it?
Jackin' for Beats, powered by Back of the Class
Y'all know how we do
Fraud, cut!