Menace Lyrics
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Flow, flow, flow, flow
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin’ tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too [?]
My 40 don’t jam, it only go blast
With this it [?] get active
First name, “Henny,” and last name “Action”
Said what? He cappin’
[?] on that dick ’til lil’ bro blast him
I really go do what I rappin’ if I stop doin’ this music (Uh-uh)
This [?] the ones that be clappin’, shooters the ones that be shootin’ (Uh-uh)
The bitches the ones that be passin’ know that my heart is confusin’ (Uh-uh)
I really go do what I rappin’ if I stop doin’ this music (Uh-uh)
Like what? Talk out your mouth, get punched
Uh, and please, don’t talk about shooters (Uh)
‘Cause all of my shooters is clutch
Are you dumb? Better run
You know that we shootin’ for fun
You know that this clip hold thity, so, thirty gon’ come out my gun (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
We spin your block like 3D, send shots, put a opp nigga on a T.V. (Ayy)
Put a opp nigga in PC, free all my guys at the Rock makin’ movies (Ayy)
[?] can’t see me
Twelve on my ass, take a trip to the [?]
Bro go steppin’ with the GC
Make one call, put a nigga six feet (Ayy)
Glocks, shooters comin’ at the top
Free the [?] it’s a must
Free my brothers off the Rock
Locked, not, foreign shit never stop
Think I got some red bottoms (Uh)
After steppin’ on his top (Uh, uh, uh)
Bae, pay attention, all of my niggas be really with it
When we come through, we slide
And we really hittin’ niggas, and these bullets be flyin’ all through the distance
Look, and we fuckin’ the baddest bitches
They lookin’ all pretty when they get to cliquin’
When the liquor get in ’em they get to sinnin’ (Blatt)
Yeah, tehy really with it
Yeah, put a nigga straight on his back, if try to run, he gon land on his face
Think I’m a vampire, ever since I got blood, I just need me a taste
I [?]
Got switches on .30s and switches on Dracs
He think it’s over, I just got the lo’ we gon’ make it a date
Big stepper, really ’bout business, we [?] last time I played
Big repper, I put him down, his brother still mad to this day
A Devil, my Glock from Australia, you better check on your mate
I’m nothin’ like Adam and Eve, I’ma cut the head off the snake
These niggas be actin’ like Rod Wave, we shoot ’em down up in broad day
I’ma keep it on my side ’til my hip ache, the clip a foot long like Subway
I’m a lil’ Demon, for real (Huh)
These niggs just be stuntin’
How you turned up to a [?]? I get a picture, lil’ button
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin’ tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too [?]
My 40 don’t jam, it only go blast
With this it [?] get active
First name, “Henny,” and last name “Action”
Said what? He cappin’
[?] on that dick ’til lil’ bro blast him
