Menace
Call me Denice I'm a menace to society
I'm always sippin' why they question my sobriety
I'm makin' moves so they gotta keep an eye on me
At my shows got the groupies always eyein' me
I'm to fly like a parakeet
Fuck what they say
I'll do what I wanna do and be what I wanna be
I'll let 'em talk
Let me watch
While I crack another one smokin' blunts
Pistol grip
Now they on the run
PNW whippin' up another one
Knock 'em off they feet
Runnin' loose
I'm a dog off the leash
Ain't no testin' me
Put you 6 feet deep
Hold up hold up hold up cut the beat
What's wrong bruh what you mean?
I don't think they're fuckin' with us
What you mean they're not fuckin' with us?
I said I don't think they're fuckin' with us
Well talk to shit talk to shit
Talkin my shit pistol grip
Murder the beat like it's yo bitch
Trigger finger startin to itch
The boys back in this bitch
Don't you move another inch
Or you gone get hit like this
Blood on the walls all through the halls
Damn it's really a free for all
You not on my shit
We in this bitch
Better than ever
Settling never
Colder the weather
Bringing the pressure
Stare in my eyes do you see the devil
You not on my level
Road less travelled
It ain't paved it's all gravel
You ain't saved you going to hell
Save your cash you might make bail
Damn I'm really gone ball yeah
No no I'm never gonna fall no
Back In this bitch I was never gone at all
You want me 6 under
I wanna be like 10 feet tall
I'm always sippin' why they question my sobriety
I'm makin' moves so they gotta keep an eye on me
At my shows got the groupies always eyein' me
I'm to fly like a parakeet
Fuck what they say
I'll do what I wanna do and be what I wanna be
I'll let 'em talk
Let me watch
While I crack another one smokin' blunts
Pistol grip
Now they on the run
PNW whippin' up another one
Knock 'em off they feet
Runnin' loose
I'm a dog off the leash
Ain't no testin' me
Put you 6 feet deep
Hold up hold up hold up cut the beat
What's wrong bruh what you mean?
I don't think they're fuckin' with us
What you mean they're not fuckin' with us?
I said I don't think they're fuckin' with us
Well talk to shit talk to shit
Talkin my shit pistol grip
Murder the beat like it's yo bitch
Trigger finger startin to itch
The boys back in this bitch
Don't you move another inch
Or you gone get hit like this
Blood on the walls all through the halls
Damn it's really a free for all
You not on my shit
We in this bitch
Better than ever
Settling never
Colder the weather
Bringing the pressure
Stare in my eyes do you see the devil
You not on my level
Road less travelled
It ain't paved it's all gravel
You ain't saved you going to hell
Save your cash you might make bail
Damn I'm really gone ball yeah
No no I'm never gonna fall no
Back In this bitch I was never gone at all
You want me 6 under
I wanna be like 10 feet tall
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Writer(s): Logan Bost
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