Menace
Wake your bitch ass up its 2020 nigga
Drop Buckets Get Money Let's Go
Wake up tucking the glizzy I'm chasing a Milli
These niggas keep acting like we don't get busy
You speaking on me but your man in a hole
Bitch I'm a menace still clutching a stick on parole
Shawty keep flashing them irons and he ain't ain't never click shit
I want stand over top of my opps with some big shit
Overkill I ain't going stop till his shit split
Overkill I ain't going stop till this bitch click
Say he wasn't fucking wit opps but we catch you you wit em you wit em we clicking don't Matter your shit hit
Bitches be choosing and niggas be all in the hype
Give a fuck who you is put that shit in your life
Put that shit on your man put that shit on your wife
ARP Holy Ghost it's going send em to Christ
Ima killer these niggas vanilla you prolly freeze up in a jam why you ain't pull the trigger
Pray to God he forgive me he know im a sinner
Remember them days when my lunch was my dinner
In a world full of losers I know im a winner
You chasing the bitch bankroll shawty going spin her
Put this glock on whoever my mindset is cutthroat
Faith in my ghost glizzy I bet this bitch roll
Fake love I can see through it that shit slow
Real thug I just pushup and the bitch go
Rotate with killers and hustlers o bang on the dark side
Ain't never too much ammunition we stock pile
Ain't nobody smiling we thuggin' it's hostile
My sisters ambitious I guess I'm the dark child
I lost my heart in these streets I know some people a switch for a fee
I know some niggas a smile in my face and tell me they love me backdoor me thug life In DC
So I'm watching shit closely
Who going take care of my kid if a nigga get up on me smoke me
Got thirty I let off two four like I'm Kobe
Lil juice he my heart that's my soldier my brodie
When I make it Rodnot and Lil Turk we going ball out
For all them nights we was working ain't call out
I pray we don't fallout move in a tall house
Juice in the kitchen he whipping a soft ounce
I lived a hard knock life it was not sweet
Show me you fake or you 50 we will not speak
I know you think you the one but you not me
You don't need none of them niggas you got me
Run with the bad guys still want 100 a halftime
Block hot still got it on me ain't stash mine
These niggas vegans my niggas demons we beefing
The nigga ain't dead but we touched em that's decent
Every time it's a homicide they want to question us
Got hit to this day really don't know who set it up
Bitch I'm a menace PCP ever clear mix it together my youngin a chemist
One a in the lot glizzy gang we got endless
Ain't tucking my chain I die for my pendant
If you hit at me bitch you going die if you ain't dead yet
Got hit the next day on the block ain't no bed rest
Give a fuck where you from niggas use that for cover ups
You know where I'm at why the fuck you ain't running up
Niggas ain't done enough niggas ain't dumb enough
Niggas rap how we live but them niggas ain't one of us
You sound sweet on that diss but you got your ass cracked boy
Nice ass nigga ain't killing shit you just a rap boy
All that make believe huffing and puffing that's cap boy
Ask about me they tell you don't fuck with that black boy
Drop Buckets Get Money Let's Go
Free them Smackas
Niggas ain't did shit niggas don't live this
Niggas ain't did shit niggas don't live this brodie went in for a body I'm crushing the Witness
Brodie go in for a body I'm crushing the witness
Drop Buckets Get Money Let's Go
Wake up tucking the glizzy I'm chasing a Milli
These niggas keep acting like we don't get busy
You speaking on me but your man in a hole
Bitch I'm a menace still clutching a stick on parole
Shawty keep flashing them irons and he ain't ain't never click shit
I want stand over top of my opps with some big shit
Overkill I ain't going stop till his shit split
Overkill I ain't going stop till this bitch click
Say he wasn't fucking wit opps but we catch you you wit em you wit em we clicking don't Matter your shit hit
Bitches be choosing and niggas be all in the hype
Give a fuck who you is put that shit in your life
Put that shit on your man put that shit on your wife
ARP Holy Ghost it's going send em to Christ
Ima killer these niggas vanilla you prolly freeze up in a jam why you ain't pull the trigger
Pray to God he forgive me he know im a sinner
Remember them days when my lunch was my dinner
In a world full of losers I know im a winner
You chasing the bitch bankroll shawty going spin her
Put this glock on whoever my mindset is cutthroat
Faith in my ghost glizzy I bet this bitch roll
Fake love I can see through it that shit slow
Real thug I just pushup and the bitch go
Rotate with killers and hustlers o bang on the dark side
Ain't never too much ammunition we stock pile
Ain't nobody smiling we thuggin' it's hostile
My sisters ambitious I guess I'm the dark child
I lost my heart in these streets I know some people a switch for a fee
I know some niggas a smile in my face and tell me they love me backdoor me thug life In DC
So I'm watching shit closely
Who going take care of my kid if a nigga get up on me smoke me
Got thirty I let off two four like I'm Kobe
Lil juice he my heart that's my soldier my brodie
When I make it Rodnot and Lil Turk we going ball out
For all them nights we was working ain't call out
I pray we don't fallout move in a tall house
Juice in the kitchen he whipping a soft ounce
I lived a hard knock life it was not sweet
Show me you fake or you 50 we will not speak
I know you think you the one but you not me
You don't need none of them niggas you got me
Run with the bad guys still want 100 a halftime
Block hot still got it on me ain't stash mine
These niggas vegans my niggas demons we beefing
The nigga ain't dead but we touched em that's decent
Every time it's a homicide they want to question us
Got hit to this day really don't know who set it up
Bitch I'm a menace PCP ever clear mix it together my youngin a chemist
One a in the lot glizzy gang we got endless
Ain't tucking my chain I die for my pendant
If you hit at me bitch you going die if you ain't dead yet
Got hit the next day on the block ain't no bed rest
Give a fuck where you from niggas use that for cover ups
You know where I'm at why the fuck you ain't running up
Niggas ain't done enough niggas ain't dumb enough
Niggas rap how we live but them niggas ain't one of us
You sound sweet on that diss but you got your ass cracked boy
Nice ass nigga ain't killing shit you just a rap boy
All that make believe huffing and puffing that's cap boy
Ask about me they tell you don't fuck with that black boy
Drop Buckets Get Money Let's Go
Free them Smackas
Niggas ain't did shit niggas don't live this
Niggas ain't did shit niggas don't live this brodie went in for a body I'm crushing the Witness
Brodie go in for a body I'm crushing the witness
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