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menace - sheff g lyrics

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[intro: sheff g]
great john on the beat, by the way
just bought a gun, you die by the judge, n-gga
shooter get, shooter get shot
yeah, you know that?
huh? yeah
shooters get shot

[chorus: sheff g]
look, huh, look
f-ck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
huh, look, huh, look
f-ck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
huh, look
innocent, pleadin’, course, don’t believe me
think i’m a demon
huh, look
innocent, pleadin’, course don’t believe me
think i’m a menace or somethin’

[verse 1: sheff g]
look, they say i’m a savage and all that
i’m causin’ a panic and all that
look, look, these n-ggas is rattin’ and all that
for sh-t, man, i can’t tell you all that
look, this one right here with no effort
i’m saucin’ and runnin’ the check up
look, look, glock right here on my left hand
i reach for my right hand, you stressin’
look, i get you brrt, the brrat
life ain’t predictable n-gga
i stay on attack, huh, this ain’t no musical, n-gga (look)
don’t diss me on tracks, huh, said this ain’t no musical, n-gga (look)
so miss me with that, yeah, miss me with that
i’m with all that trappin’, fast and cashin’
art tough and the gang gon’ get to clappin’
b-tch, f-ck you askin’ all them questions?
f-ck wit’ ’em then you duckin’ wit’ ’em next, and
know that it ain’t, know that it ain’t no remorse
you know that it ain’t no remorse, it ain’t no remorse, huh
know that it ain’t no remorse
it ain’t no remorse, it ain’t no remorse

[chorus: sheff g]
look, f-ck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
huh, look, huh, look
f-ck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
huh, look
innocent, pleadin’, course, don’t believe me
think i’m a demon
huh, look
innocent, pleadin’, course, don’t believe me
think i’m a menace or somethin’

[verse 2: sleepy hallow]
i’m too official with it, you know that i ain’t let up for none
my head is crippin’, definition, you can play if you want
it’s your choice, you can say what you want
if gang get up on it, we gettin’ it done
if bro throw a shot, then i’m throwin’ a shot
you prolly know me from droppin’ your homie and making a run
or prolly the music, don’t get me confused, i can really go dumb
go r-t-rded, shooter gang, we ain’t up for no bargain
we finish, we start it, they say i’m a menace or somethin’
they say i’m a menace or somethin’
don’t f-ck with this military drum
ain’t wit’ it, don’t act like you want it
look, don’t got it, don’t act like you got it
he say he got bodies, he fraudin’, no
no, he never hit up a target
ain’t wit’ it, don’t act like you want it
look, don’t got it, don’t act like you got it
he say he got bodies, he fraudin’, no
no, he never hit up a target

[chorus: sheff g]
look, huh, look
f-ck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
huh, look, huh, look
f-ck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
huh, look
innocent, pleadin’, course, don’t believe me
think i’m a demon
huh, look
innocent, pleadin’, course, don’t believe me
think i’m a menace or somethin’
look, huh, look
f-ck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
huh, look, huh, look
f-ck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
huh, look
innocent, pleadin’, course, don’t believe me
think i’m a demon
huh, look
innocent, pleadin’, course, don’t believe me
think i’m a menace or somethin’

[verse 3: mozzy]
yeah, my loyal n-gga ran down on him
that’s a mandatory man down
we get the addy to your granny house
b-tch, then you know we finna camp out
ayy, they don’t want no smoke with the gangland
tryna tell them n-ggas, “stand down”
i got some outta towners on the way, way
flight prolly finna land now
meet me on fourth, right by the court
none of the shootin’ guards play around
word to my mother, you n-ggas is dorks
you know it ain’t bool for y’all to hang around
glizzy with magazines hangin’ out
we goin’ body for body
he goin’ molly for molly
his kids in the back, he still shot up the audi
and somebody take the .40 poppa from me
in blood and find something to calm me
you live by the gun, you die by the judge
he know if they catch him, he childin’
put some respect on a oggie
he mixin’ his ‘tec with the wockie
don’t f-ck with the text if they need me
’cause i be really tryna do n-ggas sloppy

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