Doe Boy, Future - MENACE lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Doe Boy, Future - MENACE lyrics]
(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do) pluto
(808 Mafia) pluto, Pluto, Pluto
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and
Come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic
They think I'm sendin' shots
When I fuck my bitch, I Suge
I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you
" and you know damn well a nigga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this shit
I love and ain't a lot
I can sell some dope, before this rap shit
I was flippin' cash
I'ma stack a billio' on top
What I already had
Ho, sign an NDA before you come through
Suck the swag nigga can't even trip now
Nigga might trip over a million cash
I see eye to eye with demons
Got me talkin' to the devil drop a bag
Niggas comin' through just like
Some bad weather get them racks, bae
I really don't have to
Put them bricks together first class, nigga
We ridin' around on jets like Delta
Uh, you hop on that flight
Gettin' fucked tonight, bitch, that's period
(Mwah, come here, baby)
Hop in a Bentley whip, whip it
Let the G6 steer it (Skrrt)
Uh, nigga, fuck your feelings
If it ain't cash, ain't tryna hear it (Fool)
Uh, no, I don't fly Spirit, but if you try
Fly your spirit (Oh, really?)
Uh, one-way trip to Heaven, try the gang
That's how we play
He was lookin' too fly today
I stripped his ass like TSA
(Think I'm playin'?)
Empty them pockets, take them shoes off
Fuck what you got to say
(Huh? Think I'm playin'?)
You talk too much, you just
Gettin' robbed today, no
You gettin' shot today
Bitch, most these rappers lame
'fore the fame, they ain't have a name
('Fore the fame, they ain't have a name
Pussy)
Most these rappers lame 'fore the fame
They ain't have a game (Doe Beezy)
VVs on my neck, that shit wet
But, I'll snatch a chain (Oh, really?)
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and
Come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic
They think I'm sendin' shots
When I fuck my bitch, I Suge
I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you
" and you know damn well a nigga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this shit
I love and ain't a lot
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, brrt
This motherfucker hot
Gotta get rid of this bitch oh, shit
Goddamn, nigga (Gotta get the fuck on)
Fuck this whip
Fuck this whip, boy, that bitch done
(Gotta get the fuck on)
(808 Mafia) pluto, Pluto, Pluto
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and
Come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic
They think I'm sendin' shots
When I fuck my bitch, I Suge
I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you
" and you know damn well a nigga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this shit
I love and ain't a lot
I can sell some dope, before this rap shit
I was flippin' cash
I'ma stack a billio' on top
What I already had
Ho, sign an NDA before you come through
Suck the swag nigga can't even trip now
Nigga might trip over a million cash
I see eye to eye with demons
Got me talkin' to the devil drop a bag
Niggas comin' through just like
Some bad weather get them racks, bae
I really don't have to
Put them bricks together first class, nigga
We ridin' around on jets like Delta
Uh, you hop on that flight
Gettin' fucked tonight, bitch, that's period
(Mwah, come here, baby)
Hop in a Bentley whip, whip it
Let the G6 steer it (Skrrt)
Uh, nigga, fuck your feelings
If it ain't cash, ain't tryna hear it (Fool)
Uh, no, I don't fly Spirit, but if you try
Fly your spirit (Oh, really?)
Uh, one-way trip to Heaven, try the gang
That's how we play
He was lookin' too fly today
I stripped his ass like TSA
(Think I'm playin'?)
Empty them pockets, take them shoes off
Fuck what you got to say
(Huh? Think I'm playin'?)
You talk too much, you just
Gettin' robbed today, no
You gettin' shot today
Bitch, most these rappers lame
'fore the fame, they ain't have a name
('Fore the fame, they ain't have a name
Pussy)
Most these rappers lame 'fore the fame
They ain't have a game (Doe Beezy)
VVs on my neck, that shit wet
But, I'll snatch a chain (Oh, really?)
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and
Come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic
They think I'm sendin' shots
When I fuck my bitch, I Suge
I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you
" and you know damn well a nigga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this shit
I love and ain't a lot
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, brrt
This motherfucker hot
Gotta get rid of this bitch oh, shit
Goddamn, nigga (Gotta get the fuck on)
Fuck this whip
Fuck this whip, boy, that bitch done
(Gotta get the fuck on)