Menace ft. Jecbaby Lyrics

How the fuck you break my heart? enough bitch you dead meat

You ain't understand the words I said but bitch you read me

Bitch I'm pescatarian I can't eat no fuckin red meat

Bitch don't play with, me I'm known to spear bitches like ed reed

Bitch I want like seven fried shrimp understand me?

And you bet not short me or you dead hoe I need er' piece

Fuck you need some braces what the fuck bitch fix yo damn teeth

I won't eat no bacon but I'll fuck me up some lamb meat

G star

One hundred for a murder? fuck I'm snitching

B nard

They must think we guy from all these switches

Three Cars

All of 'em good for spinnin' they all tinted

Retard

Wish a nigga wood cause I been itchin'

Hold on hit "foreva laid" 'cause b*tch you need to fix yo wig

I can't sip no fuckin drizz, i had my first cup 2010

Bitch you ain't no thick or slim please go hit the fucking gym

Why this nigga jec be grunting and shit you would've thought he was in the gym

Nah but that nigga a reaper he be killing shi like grim

And that bitch want me to slut her out I pass her to my friends

And she know my name Tekika told that bitch come take a swim

I got tired of being humble told that bitch I'm really him

And my bag finally fat yall wasn't there when that shi was slim

Yeezy pieces got me feeling like ye but I don't need no Kim

Cut some niggas off I know they fake head tops lets get them trimmed

And you know we got something for them snakes glock gon knock off limbs

Told her life shit not a game this bitch think that we playing sims

I told them bitches eat a frank they ain't speak to me ever since

And they pockets fucking shrank I think they on a money cleanse

I just leveled up my rank I remember when my pockets just had lint

And I laugh when I go to the bank but my pockets always grin

Momma know I'm doing great she just wished I didn't sin

Momma know I ain't no saint she know I'm doing the best I can

But this life shit kinda straight all my niggas gotta win

G star

One hundred for a murder? fuck I'm snitching

B nard

They must think we g*y from all these switches

Three Cars

All of 'em good for spinnin' they all tinted

Retard

Wish a nigga wood cause I been itchin'

And naw I ain't done yet let me talk my shit again

I don't need no rolly need no patek need my shi ben 10

I just think it's crazy you a grown man worrying about other men

They was stabbing me in the back and now they talking about amends Bitch

(Fuck these niggas talking about)

I'm talking about F.Ns

Niggas can't even be themselves they do everything for a fucking trend

Nigga said how much is the fit Bitch don't worry about what I spend

Fiends be getting sent to the gu heard that boy got sold some fent

She be talking out her neck I swear this hoe got me bent

He be talking on the net fuck around and might get lynched