Menace
Know I'm a menace
I ain't never lied to my hittas
Keep it a rack like tennis
Money addiction
I can make a stack in a minute
Chop send a opp to the clinic I'm always winning
I ain't got no limit
Speeding with the windows tinted I might get a ticket
They say what you know bout' pain
Jitt what I'm rapping I'm living, listen to the lyrics
Need to keep me out your mentions
Sliding in a foreign engine
Glock with extensions
Youngin' done came to his senses
Shoot at whoever want vengeance
Put a hole in his tendons
Now that I got your attention
I just want me a million
For me and my children
We done T'd up in the venue
Got 100 racks in the Hilton
I got me a mistress
Booty sit up no Brazilian
I ain't seen the folks in a minute
It might be a killing, whole time it might be a killing
Feeling like Von The Villain
I came from the trenches
Now I got Cartier lenses
Can't blemish my image, Uh
Really in the field no scrimmage
We really in the field no scrimmage
They know I'm a menace
And I ain't got no feelings
If rap don't work then I'm robbing and stealing
Might go shopping for Robin's, Amiri's
Some Prada and Fendi I really been living
Gang caught a body can't speak on who did it
Know the cops and the opp's they be listening
Put a bag on his top he go missing
Word is he got popped with that glizzy or Draco
I'm a youngin' who chasing them Peso's
If I step in the booth then it's fuego
She know I got the sauce, Alfredo
I can't go nowhere unless I got Queso
Ima pop but I still gotta lay low
Ima let the check spread like it's mayo
On his block we gon spin no Teo
You know that I know they know I'm a menace
I ain't never lied to my hittas
Keep it a rack like tennis
Money addiction
I can make a stack in a minute
Chop send a opp to the clinic I'm always winning
I ain't got no limit
Speeding with the windows tinted I might get a ticket
They say what you know bout' pain
Jitt what I'm rapping I'm living, listen to the lyrics
Need to keep me out your mentions
Sliding in a foreign engine
Glock with extensions
Youngin' done came to his senses
Shoot at whoever want vengeance
Put a hole in his tendons
Now that I got your attention
I just want me a million
For me and my children
We done T'd up in the venue
Got 100 racks in the Hilton
I got me a mistress
Booty sit up no Brazilian
I ain't seen the folks in a minute
It might be a killing, whole time it might be a killing
Feeling like Von The Villain
I came from the trenches
Now I got Cartier lenses
Can't blemish my image, Uh
Really in the field no scrimmage
We really in the field no scrimmage
They know I'm a menace
Got keep a Glock know the opp's outside
If he fold then he not down to ride
If he keep playing get popped outside
Bro got the drop so we got to slide
Ran down on jitt I ain't got to hide
Sound bout' right, sound bout' right
Clip hold 5, 5 plus 5
Send my troops he won't survive
Yeah, yeah and that's on God on gang
Drop down know the Glock gon' bang
Got 33 shots know the clip gon' hang
Matter fact know the Drac gon' sing
He ain't got no stripes he ain't got no stains
Where I'm from all I know is pain
I'll blow a jitt brain fore' he snatch my chain
Everyday all I think bout' is winning
Want a big Cuban link with the ice on the pendant
On the road going city to city
Got neck from the flight attendant
Big bro caught a charge now he sitting in cells
I hope that they fight the sentence
Take off these braces I'm going to Johnny Dang
Cause I need a icy dentist
Know I'm a menace
I ain't never lied to my hittas
Keep it a rack like tennis
Money addiction
I can make a stack in a minute
Chop send a opp to the clinic I'm always winning
I ain't got no limit
Speeding with the windows tinted I might get a ticket
They say what you know bout' pain
Jitt what I'm rapping I'm living, listen to the lyrics
Need to keep me out your mentions
Sliding in a foreign engine
Glock with extensions
Youngin' done came to his senses
Shoot at whoever want vengeance
Put a hole in his tendons
Now that I got your attention
I just want me a million
For me and my children
We done T'd up in the venue
Got 100 racks in the Hilton
I got me a mistress
Booty sit up no Brazilian
I ain't seen the folks in a minute
It might be a killing, whole time it might be a killing
Feeling like Von The Villain
I came from the trenches
Now I got Cartier lenses
Can't blemish my image, Uh
Really in the field no scrimmage
We really in the field no scrimmage
They know I'm a menace
I ain't never lied to my hittas
Keep it a rack like tennis
Money addiction
I can make a stack in a minute
Chop send a opp to the clinic I'm always winning
I ain't got no limit
Speeding with the windows tinted I might get a ticket
They say what you know bout' pain
Jitt what I'm rapping I'm living, listen to the lyrics
Need to keep me out your mentions
Sliding in a foreign engine
Glock with extensions
Youngin' done came to his senses
Shoot at whoever want vengeance
Put a hole in his tendons
Now that I got your attention
I just want me a million
For me and my children
We done T'd up in the venue
Got 100 racks in the Hilton
I got me a mistress
Booty sit up no Brazilian
I ain't seen the folks in a minute
It might be a killing, whole time it might be a killing
Feeling like Von The Villain
I came from the trenches
Now I got Cartier lenses
Can't blemish my image, Uh
Really in the field no scrimmage
We really in the field no scrimmage
They know I'm a menace
And I ain't got no feelings
If rap don't work then I'm robbing and stealing
Might go shopping for Robin's, Amiri's
Some Prada and Fendi I really been living
Gang caught a body can't speak on who did it
Know the cops and the opp's they be listening
Put a bag on his top he go missing
Word is he got popped with that glizzy or Draco
I'm a youngin' who chasing them Peso's
If I step in the booth then it's fuego
She know I got the sauce, Alfredo
I can't go nowhere unless I got Queso
Ima pop but I still gotta lay low
Ima let the check spread like it's mayo
On his block we gon spin no Teo
You know that I know they know I'm a menace
I ain't never lied to my hittas
Keep it a rack like tennis
Money addiction
I can make a stack in a minute
Chop send a opp to the clinic I'm always winning
I ain't got no limit
Speeding with the windows tinted I might get a ticket
They say what you know bout' pain
Jitt what I'm rapping I'm living, listen to the lyrics
Need to keep me out your mentions
Sliding in a foreign engine
Glock with extensions
Youngin' done came to his senses
Shoot at whoever want vengeance
Put a hole in his tendons
Now that I got your attention
I just want me a million
For me and my children
We done T'd up in the venue
Got 100 racks in the Hilton
I got me a mistress
Booty sit up no Brazilian
I ain't seen the folks in a minute
It might be a killing, whole time it might be a killing
Feeling like Von The Villain
I came from the trenches
Now I got Cartier lenses
Can't blemish my image, Uh
Really in the field no scrimmage
We really in the field no scrimmage
They know I'm a menace
Got keep a Glock know the opp's outside
If he fold then he not down to ride
If he keep playing get popped outside
Bro got the drop so we got to slide
Ran down on jitt I ain't got to hide
Sound bout' right, sound bout' right
Clip hold 5, 5 plus 5
Send my troops he won't survive
Yeah, yeah and that's on God on gang
Drop down know the Glock gon' bang
Got 33 shots know the clip gon' hang
Matter fact know the Drac gon' sing
He ain't got no stripes he ain't got no stains
Where I'm from all I know is pain
I'll blow a jitt brain fore' he snatch my chain
Everyday all I think bout' is winning
Want a big Cuban link with the ice on the pendant
On the road going city to city
Got neck from the flight attendant
Big bro caught a charge now he sitting in cells
I hope that they fight the sentence
Take off these braces I'm going to Johnny Dang
Cause I need a icy dentist
Know I'm a menace
I ain't never lied to my hittas
Keep it a rack like tennis
Money addiction
I can make a stack in a minute
Chop send a opp to the clinic I'm always winning
I ain't got no limit
Speeding with the windows tinted I might get a ticket
They say what you know bout' pain
Jitt what I'm rapping I'm living, listen to the lyrics
Need to keep me out your mentions
Sliding in a foreign engine
Glock with extensions
Youngin' done came to his senses
Shoot at whoever want vengeance
Put a hole in his tendons
Now that I got your attention
I just want me a million
For me and my children
We done T'd up in the venue
Got 100 racks in the Hilton
I got me a mistress
Booty sit up no Brazilian
I ain't seen the folks in a minute
It might be a killing, whole time it might be a killing
Feeling like Von The Villain
I came from the trenches
Now I got Cartier lenses
Can't blemish my image, Uh
Really in the field no scrimmage
We really in the field no scrimmage
They know I'm a menace
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Writer(s): Jayvon Johnson
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