Elm Street - Jimmy wopo

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