Menace
YRS Montana
GENRE
[Lyrics "Menace" by YRS Montana]
|VERSE 1|
Night in Venice
Cuz we can
Like a chemist
Cooking crack
Chain is tennis
I got stacks
I got snacks
Let’s smoke that pack
Grind for bag
Grind for plaque
Gold on chains
Gold on Mac
We be shooting
Like Iraq
I be shooting
Like a vet
Oh My God
That boy gon’ make it
Every night
I’m on that trap shit
Lemme fuck it
Lemme smack it
Keep it hundred
Never fake it
Always working
Never resting
Getting cake
I call that breakfast
Getting head
I gave her necklace
Brand new shoes
They say I’m selfish
Living recklеss
Always packing
Headshots scoping
Leave thеm breathless
See no light
I’m in the darkness
Fuck that nigga
I go harder
Plan B
I ain’t no father
Plan A
Never failing
Grinding daily
Driving Bentley
I go crazy
Have no lady
If she tasty
She can have it
Bitch, I made it
Diamonds rainy
Walking with it
Off the safety
Long barrels
Like we navy
Fixing teeth
Like a dentist
Fucking money
That’s my fetish
100K
Im in the Paris
Since a baby
I was menace
|HOOK|
|VERSE 2|
They can’t stand me
They don’t love me
Big ass yacht
In Miami
Bags of weed
Got good plug
I don’t need
No fucking grammies
This for momma
Look, I promise
No more starving
Money gardens
We gon’ make it
Outta projects
In a mansion
No more bargain
For my niggas
Out of state
That’s my brothers
We relate
Put that food down
On my plate
Gang banging
Rolling late
Hustle calling
Gotta answer
Work has never
Had a date
Put some money
On the picture
For them hoes
That’s like a bait
YRS
On my flesh
YRS
Bitch, we gang
Locked up
In this fucced up system
Always running
From them feds
Never running
From the money
Always running
To the money
Bury me with belongings
In a tomb like I’m mummy
That shit funny
I’m just clowning
Give that money to my fam
Finally made a good living
Got me feeling like a man
Keep my opps close
But keep my chopper closer
Be one step ahead
To look over shoulder
|HOOK|
|VERSE 1|
Night in Venice
Cuz we can
Like a chemist
Cooking crack
Chain is tennis
I got stacks
I got snacks
Let’s smoke that pack
Grind for bag
Grind for plaque
Gold on chains
Gold on Mac
We be shooting
Like Iraq
I be shooting
Like a vet
Oh My God
That boy gon’ make it
Every night
I’m on that trap shit
Lemme fuck it
Lemme smack it
Keep it hundred
Never fake it
Always working
Never resting
Getting cake
I call that breakfast
Getting head
I gave her necklace
Brand new shoes
They say I’m selfish
Living recklеss
Always packing
Headshots scoping
Leave thеm breathless
See no light
I’m in the darkness
Fuck that nigga
I go harder
Plan B
I ain’t no father
Plan A
Never failing
Grinding daily
Driving Bentley
I go crazy
Have no lady
If she tasty
She can have it
Bitch, I made it
Diamonds rainy
Walking with it
Off the safety
Long barrels
Like we navy
Fixing teeth
Like a dentist
Fucking money
That’s my fetish
100K
Im in the Paris
Since a baby
I was menace
|HOOK|
|VERSE 2|
They can’t stand me
They don’t love me
Big ass yacht
In Miami
Bags of weed
Got good plug
I don’t need
No fucking grammies
This for momma
Look, I promise
No more starving
Money gardens
We gon’ make it
Outta projects
In a mansion
No more bargain
For my niggas
Out of state
That’s my brothers
We relate
Put that food down
On my plate
Gang banging
Rolling late
Hustle calling
Gotta answer
Work has never
Had a date
Put some money
On the picture
For them hoes
That’s like a bait
YRS
On my flesh
YRS
Bitch, we gang
Locked up
In this fucced up system
Always running
From them feds
Never running
From the money
Always running
To the money
Bury me with belongings
In a tomb like I’m mummy
That shit funny
I’m just clowning
Give that money to my fam
Finally made a good living
Got me feeling like a man
Keep my opps close
But keep my chopper closer
Be one step ahead
To look over shoulder
|HOOK|
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