Menace Lyrics

I was labeled a menace and criminal

Niggas was throwing subliminals

I knew I was a rare individual

Make movies like shit was a ritual

Anything you want, come and hit my line

Tryna make the stu, runnin out of time

Bitch I play the field, I control the line

Run up on a -, take him out his shyne

Live long and they call you a menace

You don't want me to call up Lil Dennis

I was sending shots bacc like it's tennis

Treat a side like a leg, she get jealous

Why they hate on my body, I'm different

Hop in the car, drift it

Look

Hop in the car, drift it

Why they hate on my body, I'm moving elite

Knoccings on lap it ain't under the seat

I probably was always in love wit the breesh

Never a rat but was fiending for cheese

I'm the voice of the trench

I remember they had me just warming the bench

Now I'm boutta go dumb

I just want the necc, I don't want to fucc

If you see me just throw up the H

I used to be late for the date

How the fucc you get shot for an eighth

Need a whip, need a wraith

If you throw up the -, in a video

I promise we hit ya peripheral

You know that we killers like Cereal

C Walk in the spot like I'm Arsenal

Dawg I promise this shit ain't a diss tracc

But I bet that he won't get his bitch bacc

Nigga mad that his boy got his chain snatched

And I bet that he won't get his chain bacc

I gotta mask up

Nigga just bacc up

I don't wanna act up

Ya life'll get snatched up

I was labeled a menace and criminal

Niggas was throwing subliminals

I knew I was a rare individual

Make movies like shit was a ritual

Anything you want, come and hit my line

Tryna make the stu, runnin out of time

Bitch I play the field, I control the line

Run up on a -, take him out his shyne

I was labeled a menace and criminal

Niggas was throwing subliminals

I knew I was a rare individual

Make movies like shit was a ritual

Anything you want, come and hit my line

Tryna make the stu, runnin out of time

Bitch I play the field, I control the line

Run up on a -, take him out his shyne