Menace to Society

Whoa
Whoa, uh
Straight up
Straight up
Whoop a nigga with the fists
I’m like, “Bitch ass nigga, go get your gun” (you hear that?)
I know people missing opportunists
They don’t want us to share a room (uh)
When the record label speak to me, they address me as ‘sir’
All this shit be adding up, the derivatives and invoices
We gon’ take that nigga watch
We ain’t gon’ tell ’em none (okay)
I know niggas cutting dope to sit outside the house and rob
You know where I’m coming from
Growing up in that corner house
Put a pistol on his head
Tell a nigga, “Lay down”
I’m a dirty ass dog
I don’t fear death no more
Fentanyl and Curacin (okay)
Broad day armed robbery
I ain’t got no respect for ’em, he ain’t never did shit
My cousin ’bout to come home
He was fed bound doing six years
I’m a menace to society
I’m a product of the environment
Grew up around niggas selling dope
Doing armed robberies
Shit
(Fuck you saying, bro, bro)
I’m a menace to society
I’m a product of the environment
Fur coat shopping, foreign currency spender
Emerald diamond glimmer, check me out now
Take a nigga girlfriend, and she’ll never miss him
50 Bo’s in here, that’s 50 thousand when I get him
Striker matches hot, we’re plotting overnight
Briefcase full of diamonds, my bitches take the charge
Banger on my lap when I’m riding over South
High speed chases, we ready to take a drive
I’m a menace to society
I’m a product of the environment, motherfucker
Yeah!
I’m a menace to society
I’m a product of the environment
You know I’m on that
You know I’m on that
You know I’m on that