Menace 2 Society Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
So let me get this right, you bought the bottle of beer at $12.45
Yeah, yeah, I bought the beer at $12.15, I mean $12.30
You know you done fucked up, right
You know that I don't shoot you
Don't talk that money shit to me, said to another sucker
What
All y'all niggas police, undercover brother
Shorty got a dumb, dumb brain, she tryna lick me like a sucker
I said I'm in a rush, baby, you got a hour, Chris Tucker
Hurry up
I snatch your chain, but I ain't Deebo, get tough
Bro foul with that tech, he shoot like Fritos
Soul flew away when you got hit with that Dazzy Eagle
Nigga, I'm way greater than you
Ain't no way we equal
Hang with all the arguments in the confrontation
Sorry, baby, I wouldn't even hit you if you out here late
Getting money my number one priority, my occupation
This 4'5 plus, that nigga gon' equal him on my equation
You a bitch, be real, don't front your dick
Black bitch like Keisha, my name should've been Bums
Bro got AR with drums, it look like a Tommy gun
I know real killers, nigga, that power could've got Tommy done
She just got her waist snatched, she said she got her tummy done
Baby, suck it to get it hard, you already know I'm on gummy worm
I'm the shit like flies, watch the bitches swarm
Bro, them telling me I'm hot right now, like, nigga, I'm barely warm
I'm Blackstone, baby, we be the most
Look at my eyes, I ain't going, nigga, you don't see no hope
Off the gun and he ain't blow
Nigga, you's a ho
Bro like Curry, half court when he half a block, he tryna scope
I remember the gang used to E4 for foes
A bitch would tell me I could come, but they can't come, then I ain't go
You a killer, drop your low
Soul caliber with this foe, fly tryna reap these niggas' soul
Mama used to tell me, boy, you know you gon' reap what you sow
And you shouldn't ask for your money, motherfuckers know they owe
Aw, nigga, you forgot
Like I'm looking for a place to park, I'm going through a lot
Got my bitch cleaning up the dishes after I just whipped the pots
Told bro congratulations when he said his baby dropped
Now he need a key for his wrist because his shit on lock
All you see is whip, whip, chickens going bawk, bawk
Then he hand one off to me, I run it up like Marshall Fogg
I just pray to God we be safe, I pray we don't get caught
Shit, the cops get on my ass, you know I gotta hit the exhaust
I be out here with the apes like Tarzan, bitch, you might get lost