Menace
Yea I'm fucked up but my diamonds are flawless
Menace for real, where we stay we live lawless
I'm gettin' off trees like the middle of August
I got shit on lock like Mutombo and Wallace
Can't see in the whip it rock 5% tint
My pockets hold hundreds ya pockets hold lint
Seen me in the club and she fucked off the print
That bitch got the WAP someone fly her to Flint
Used to take baths with no heat
Had to boil some water
Diss me in a song
You could get yo' ass slaughtered
I'm old enough I could go fuck on yo' wife
I'm young enough I could go fuck on yo' daughter
Got two foreign hoes and I'm fuckin' their faces
Long as they bad I don't care what their race is
I know you mad, you wish we could trade places
Took the red pill got the fuck out the matrix
That bitch crazy want my baby poked holes in the rubber (What?)
Her pussy good but I want head so I can't make her mother (Haha)
These hoes set traps if you get caught then you might not recover (Damn)
Stay down 'til you come up cause these haters undercover
That bitch crazy want my baby poked holes in the rubber (What?)
Her pussy good but I want head so I can't make her mother (Haha)
These hoes set traps if you get caught then you might not recover (Damn)
Stay down 'til you come up cause these haters undercover
I'm tryna go stupid and run up the bag and go travel the World for real (For real)
We in a telly and I'm in her belly and I got her screamin' and cummin' for real
She fuckin' with me cause she know I could buy her the diamonds and pearls for real (For real)
It's no time for the leeches I'm tryna see beaches on Pluto and Mars for real (For real)
I'm addicted to cash, what the fuck can I say?
Gotta get to it fast get the fuck out the way
I'm young turnt and handsome can't wait to get paid
Your life is joke no I don't want to trade
You pumpin' the brakes and my foot on the gas
I been out in first and you way out in last
You lovin' the bitch and I'm makin' her gag
You been in ya feelings I been in my bag
Yea I been in my bag, I been my bag
I was down on my dick and I dug in my bag
I came up from nothin' so now I can brag
If I give the signal his toe get a tag
Aye fuck the chorus I'ma keep on the verse
I'm feelin' good, mixed the lean with the Percs'
Now I'm in the stu and I'm puffin' on Earth
I do one take I don't gotta rehearse
I don't really fuck with nobody
I stay to myself and I be by my lonely
Rather be in the gym fuck a club or the party
Get done face a blunt and go fuck on a Barbie
Menace for real, where we stay we live lawless
I'm gettin' off trees like the middle of August
I got shit on lock like Mutombo and Wallace
Can't see in the whip it rock 5% tint
My pockets hold hundreds ya pockets hold lint
Seen me in the club and she fucked off the print
That bitch got the WAP someone fly her to Flint
Used to take baths with no heat
Had to boil some water
Diss me in a song
You could get yo' ass slaughtered
I'm old enough I could go fuck on yo' wife
I'm young enough I could go fuck on yo' daughter
Got two foreign hoes and I'm fuckin' their faces
Long as they bad I don't care what their race is
I know you mad, you wish we could trade places
Took the red pill got the fuck out the matrix
That bitch crazy want my baby poked holes in the rubber (What?)
Her pussy good but I want head so I can't make her mother (Haha)
These hoes set traps if you get caught then you might not recover (Damn)
Stay down 'til you come up cause these haters undercover
That bitch crazy want my baby poked holes in the rubber (What?)
Her pussy good but I want head so I can't make her mother (Haha)
These hoes set traps if you get caught then you might not recover (Damn)
Stay down 'til you come up cause these haters undercover
I'm tryna go stupid and run up the bag and go travel the World for real (For real)
We in a telly and I'm in her belly and I got her screamin' and cummin' for real
She fuckin' with me cause she know I could buy her the diamonds and pearls for real (For real)
It's no time for the leeches I'm tryna see beaches on Pluto and Mars for real (For real)
I'm addicted to cash, what the fuck can I say?
Gotta get to it fast get the fuck out the way
I'm young turnt and handsome can't wait to get paid
Your life is joke no I don't want to trade
You pumpin' the brakes and my foot on the gas
I been out in first and you way out in last
You lovin' the bitch and I'm makin' her gag
You been in ya feelings I been in my bag
Yea I been in my bag, I been my bag
I was down on my dick and I dug in my bag
I came up from nothin' so now I can brag
If I give the signal his toe get a tag
Aye fuck the chorus I'ma keep on the verse
I'm feelin' good, mixed the lean with the Percs'
Now I'm in the stu and I'm puffin' on Earth
I do one take I don't gotta rehearse
I don't really fuck with nobody
I stay to myself and I be by my lonely
Rather be in the gym fuck a club or the party
Get done face a blunt and go fuck on a Barbie
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Writer(s): Revanth Nedurumalli
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