Menace 2 Society

Lyrics
[Intro] (StupidDog) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] A nigga move on our block, he gon' move today When you walk down on that nigga, remove his face Mount Morris tryna take us down 'cause we movin' weight Bro went broke, he wanna rob 'cause he losin' faith I don't give a fuck about rap, I thought I told you that I just walked in with four 'bows in a grocery bag Dog tryna get a verse from me, I just ho'd his ass You did dirt with him and he snitched, I just told your ass Seen your opp and you ain't do shit, I would've blowed his ass Lil' nigga, you ain't with the shit, nigga, go to class If my nigga don't shoot at opps, I'm gon' take his mask If my nigga fall the fuck off, help him make it back [Verse 2: YSR Dee Rich] Mind of a maniac, I'm labeled as a menace I hit my targets when I slide, I don't leave no witness I want my opps to OD and I want to kill 'em Heard he got popped in the car, we don't know who hit him Told my mans when we slide, I bet I hit a head We broke even when we slid, we both hit a head I'll really catch a body and go to the feds I'll take you upstairs if bands on your head LDG hit Walgreens and got cash back If you wanna beef with me, you better have Aflac My young dogs be on that, they really slatt slatt This summer, I'ma have the L doin' jumpin' jacks Ran off on the plug, left him sick, he want his shit back He put it in my hands and turned around, why would he do that? Put the four-five into his face, he had a heart attack He should've seen it in my eyes that I be on that [Verse 3: Driveway Baby] It's been a long day out of town crackin' cards I done fucked around and ran a check up at Menards I got niggas sellin' zips of meth and some zips of hard Try some shit up on our block, you won't make it far We got Dracs and heavy guns, we'll make 'em spark Aimin' bullets at your whip like a fuckin' dart And it's beams on the heat so we can see at dark Don't try to push the pedal hard 'cause we'll flip your car All my niggas lions in the field, y'all ain't got no heart Bitch tried to suck me up, but her breath was tart I'm gettin' irritated as fuck, I'm finna pop a bar Nigga, you can't afford this Cookie, this a different jar
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Credits
- Writers
- YSR Gramz
- YSR Dee Rich
- Driveway Baby