Sheff G feat. Sleepy Hallow & Mozzy - Menace paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Menace - Sleepy hallow , Mozzy , Sheff G



(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Live by the gun, you die by the judge, nigga
Shooter get, shooter get shot, ahaha
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, uh
Look, these niggas is rattin' and all that
For shit, man, I can't tell you all that (all that)
Look, this one right here with no effort
I'm saucin' and runnin' this check up (check up)
Look, look, Glock right here on my left hand
If I reach for my right, leave you stressin' (stressin')
Look, I get you brrt, the brrat, psh
Life ain't predictable nigga, uh
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'
Act 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, uh
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
He ain't doly he ain't no one on one
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 some'
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 (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 Ahki (huh)
He mixin' his 'Tec with the Wockie (huh)
Don't fuck with the text if they need me
'Cause I be really tryna do niggas sloppy



Writer(s): Michael Kyle Williams, Tegan Chambers, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Jeremy Soto, Timothy Patterson


Sheff G feat. Sleepy Hallow & Mozzy - THE UNLUCCY LUCCY KID
Album THE UNLUCCY LUCCY KID
date de sortie
27-09-2019



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