Known Menace

Album cover art for "Known Menace" by Real Boston Richey

Real Boston Richey - Rap, Southern Rap

Known Menace

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Duration: 2:04

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[Intro] (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow) Uh, uh Uh, uh I'll shoot a nigga ass with that— like I'm Cole Bennett [Verse 1] I'll shoot a nigga with that blicky like I'm Cole Bennett I'll buy his bitch Givenchy, nigga, this that boss business Niggas ain't standin' on no business, niggas so stingy Went up in my closet, took out a ticket, bought Pluto a rose pendant Check my stats up in the city, niggas know I'm a known menace Uh, I was trappin' up out an ounce, I was at the store with it Still fuckin' on these niggas' hoes when I ain't have no pendant Sometimes I ain't have no rubber, I still went and dove in it I don't want no lover, rather make a bitch suffer Rathеr fuck a bitch, delete hеr number, and give it to my brother I can't cuff a bitch, she can fuck somebody else, that's on my mother I'm a nasty jit, make her eat it up and still go home and cuddle [Chorus] Oh, you like that? Huh? How I pipe that, huh? She an old school ho, how you wife that? Huh? We'll slime that nigga out, straight up wipe that boy Tryna come through the block lurkin', we done sniped that boy Came up way too poor, I can't wife no whore I can't wife no shone, I don't like them hoes They know shotta crackhead, niggas tryna wipe my doors Niggas pussy as fuck, I'm thinkin' 'bout all them pipes we stole [Verse 2] Uh, uh, baby girl, I'm that nigga I can get 'em whacked, nigga I be pushin' crack, nigga Nigga, you a flat nigga Nigga, your pockets touchin', nigga Nigga, you ain't got nothin', nigga Before you fuck a bitch, you should go get you some money, nigga Go run you up somethin', nigga Back then, we was buckin', nigga Then we started hustlin', nigga Now I got them fuckin' figures Fuck that nigga, ain't fuckin' with him Fuck you, you ain't nothin', nigga Bitch-ass nigga, feel me? [Chorus] Oh, you like that? Huh? How I pipe that, huh? She an old school ho, how you wife that? Huh? We'll slime that nigga out, straight up wipe that boy Tryna come through the block lurkin', we done sniped that boy Came up way too poor, I can't wife no whore I can't wife no shone, I don't like them hoes They know shotta crackhead, niggas tryna wipe my doors Niggas pussy as fuck, I'm thinkin' 'bout all them pipes we stole

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Credits

Writers
  • Real Boston Richey
  • Mac Fly