Menace - sheff g, Mozzy, sleepy hallow

Menace - sheff g, Mozzy, sleepy hallow

Альбом
THE UNLUCCY LUCCY KID
Год
2019
Язык
`English`
Длительность
217980

Below is the lyrics of the song Menace , artist - sheff g, Mozzy, sleepy hallow with translation

Lyrics " Menace "

Original text with translation

Menace

sheff g, Mozzy, sleepy hallow

Great John on the beat, by the way

Just bought a gun, you die by the judge, nigga

Shooter get, shooter get shot

Yeah, you know that?

Huh?

Yeah

Shooters get shot

Look, huh, look

Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric

Huh, look, huh, look

Fuck 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, they say I’m a savage and all that

I’m causin' a panic and all that

Look, look, these niggas is rattin' and all that

For shit, 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 nigga

I stay on attack, huh, this ain’t no musical, nigga (Look)

Don’t diss me on tracks, huh, said this ain’t no musical, nigga (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'

Bitch, fuck you askin' all them questions?

Fuck 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

Look, fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric

Huh, look, huh, look

Fuck 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'

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 retarded, 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 fuck 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

Look, huh, look

Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric

Huh, look, huh, look

Fuck 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

Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric

Huh, look, huh, look

Fuck 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'

Yeah, my loyal nigga ran down on him

That’s a mandatory man down

We get the addy to your granny house

Bitch, then you know we finna camp out

Ayy, they don’t want no smoke with the gangland

Tryna tell them niggas, «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 niggas 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 fuck with the text if they need me

'Cause I be really tryna do niggas sloppy

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