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Sheff G

Menace

 

Menace

(album: The Unluccy Luccy Kid - 2019)


[Sheff G:]
Great John on the beat, by the way
Just bought a gun, you die by the judge, nigga
Shooter get, shooter get shot
Yeah, you know that?
Huh? Yeah
Shooters get shot

Look, huh, look
Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
Huh, look, huh, look
Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
Huh, look
Innocent, pleading, course, don't believe me
Think I'm a demon
Huh, look
Innocent, pleading, course don't believe me
Think I'm a menace or something

Look, they say I'm a savage and all that
I'm causing a panic and all that
Look, look, these niggas is ratting and all that
For shit, man, I can't tell you all that
Look, this one right here with no effort
I'm saucing and running the check up
Look, look, Glock right here on my left hand
I reach for my right hand, you stressing
Look, I get you brrt, the brrat
Life ain't predictable nigga
I stay on attack, huh, this ain't no musical, nigga (Look)
Don't diss me on tracks, huh, said this ain't no musical, nigga (Look)
So miss me with that, yeah, miss me with that
I'm with all that trapping, fast and cashing
Art tough and the gang gon' get to clapping
Bitch, fuck you asking all them questions?
Fuck wit' 'em then you ducking wit' 'em next, and
Know that it ain't, know that it ain't no remorse
You know that it ain't no remorse, it ain't no remorse, huh
Know that it ain't no remorse
It ain't no remorse, it ain't no remorse

Look, fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
Huh, look, huh, look
Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
Huh, look
Innocent, pleading, course, don't believe me
Think I'm a demon
Huh, look
Innocent, pleading, course, don't believe me
Think I'm a menace or something

[Sleepy Hallow:]
I'm too official with it, you know that I ain't let up for none
My head is Cripping, definition, you can play if you want
It's your choice, you can say what you want
If gang get up on it, we getting it done
If bro throw a shot, then I'm throwing a shot
You prolly know me from dropping your homie and making a run
Or prolly the music, don't get me confused, I can really go dumb
Go retarded, shooter gang, we ain't up for no bargain
We finish, we start it, they say I'm a menace or something
They say I'm a menace or something
Don't fuck with this military drum
Ain't wit' it, don't act like you want it
Look, don't got it, don't act like you got it
He say he got bodies, he frauding, no
No, he never hit up a target
Ain't wit' it, don't act like you want it
Look, don't got it, don't act like you got it
He say he got bodies, he frauding, no
No, he never hit up a target

[Sheff G:]
Look, huh, look
Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
Huh, look, huh, look
Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
Huh, look
Innocent, pleading, course, don't believe me
Think I'm a demon
Huh, look
Innocent, pleading, course, don't believe me
Think I'm a menace or something
Look, huh, look
Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
Huh, look, huh, look
Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
Huh, look
Innocent, pleading, course, don't believe me
Think I'm a demon
Huh, look
Innocent, pleading, course, don't believe me
Think I'm a menace or something

[Mozzy:]
Yeah, my loyal nigga ran down on him
That's a mandatory man down
We get the addy to your granny house
Bitch, then you know we finna camp out
Ayy, they don't want no smoke with the gangland
Tryna tell them niggas, "Stand down"
I got some outta towners on the way, way
Flight prolly finna land now
Meet me on Fourth, right by the court
None of the shooting guards play around
Word to my mother, you niggas is dorks
You know it ain't bool for y'all to hang around
Glizzy with magazines hanging out
We going body for body
He going molly for molly
His kids in the back, he still shot up the Audi
And somebody take the .40 poppa from me
In blood and find something to calm me
You live by the gun, you die by the judge
He know if they catch him, he childing
Put some respect on a Oggie
He mixing his 'Tec with the Wockie
Don't fuck with the text if they need me
'Cause I be really tryna do niggas sloppy

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