Eli Fross - Menace (feat. Fredo Bang) lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Eli Fross - Menace feat. Fredo Bang lyrics]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Flow, flow, flow, flow
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too tact'
My .40 don't jam, yeah, it only go blast
With this Genie, it get active
First name
"Henny" and last name "Action"
Said what? He cappin'
Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him
I really go do what I rappin'
If I stop doin' this music
(Uh, uh)
The scammers the ones that be clappin'
Shooters the ones that be shootin'
(Uh, uh)
The bitches the ones that be passin'
Know that my heart is confusin'
(Uh, uh)
I really go do what I rappin'
If I stop doin' this music
(Uh, uh)
Like what? Uh, talk out your mouth
Get punched
Uh, and please, don't talk about shooters
(Uh)
'Cause all of my shooters is clutch
Are you dumb? Better run
Uh, you know that we shootin' for fun
You know that this clip hold thirty
So thirty gon' come out my gun
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
We spin your block like
Three deep, send shots
Put a opp nigga on a T.V.
Ayy
Put a opp nigga in PC, free all
My guys at the Rock makin' movies
Ayy
Even John Cena can't see me
12 on my ass
Take a trip to the Peace streets
Bro go steppin' with the GC
Make one call, yeah, put a nigga six feet
Ayy
Glocks, shooters comin' at your top
Free the M8V3Ns it's a must
Free my brothers off the Rock
Locked, not, foreign shit never stop
Think I got some red bottoms (Uh)
After steppin' on his top (Uh, uh, uh)
Bae, pay attention
All of my niggas be really with' it
When we come through, we slidin'
We hittin' niggas
And these bullets be flyin'
All through the distance
Look, and we fuckin' the baddest bitches
And they lookin' all pretty
But get to clickin'
When the liquor get in them
They start to sinnin'
(Blatt)
Yeah, they really with' it
Yeah, put a nigga straight on his
Back, if he try to run
He gon' land on his face
Think I'm a vampire, ever since I got blood
I just need me a taste
I'm with them soldiers
Got fifties and .30s and switches on Dracs
He think it's over, I just got the lo'
We gon' make it a day
Big stepper, really 'bout business
We stressed last time I played
Big repper, I put him down
His brother still mad to this day
A devil, my Glock from Australia
You better check on your mate
I'm nothin' like Adam and Eve
I'ma cut the head off the snake
These niggas be actin' like Rod Wave
We shoot 'em down up in broad day
I'ma keep it on my side 'til my hip ache
The clip a foot long like Subway
I'm a lil' demon, for real (Huh)
These niggs just be stuntin'
How you turned up to a fully?
Huh, I get a picture
Lil' buddy
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too tact
My 40 don't jam, yeah, it only go blast
With this Genie, it get active
First name
"Henny" and last name "Action"
Said what? He cappin'
Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him
Flow, flow, flow, flow
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too tact'
My .40 don't jam, yeah, it only go blast
With this Genie, it get active
First name
"Henny" and last name "Action"
Said what? He cappin'
Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him
I really go do what I rappin'
If I stop doin' this music
(Uh, uh)
The scammers the ones that be clappin'
Shooters the ones that be shootin'
(Uh, uh)
The bitches the ones that be passin'
Know that my heart is confusin'
(Uh, uh)
I really go do what I rappin'
If I stop doin' this music
(Uh, uh)
Like what? Uh, talk out your mouth
Get punched
Uh, and please, don't talk about shooters
(Uh)
'Cause all of my shooters is clutch
Are you dumb? Better run
Uh, you know that we shootin' for fun
You know that this clip hold thirty
So thirty gon' come out my gun
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
We spin your block like
Three deep, send shots
Put a opp nigga on a T.V.
Ayy
Put a opp nigga in PC, free all
My guys at the Rock makin' movies
Ayy
Even John Cena can't see me
12 on my ass
Take a trip to the Peace streets
Bro go steppin' with the GC
Make one call, yeah, put a nigga six feet
Ayy
Glocks, shooters comin' at your top
Free the M8V3Ns it's a must
Free my brothers off the Rock
Locked, not, foreign shit never stop
Think I got some red bottoms (Uh)
After steppin' on his top (Uh, uh, uh)
Bae, pay attention
All of my niggas be really with' it
When we come through, we slidin'
We hittin' niggas
And these bullets be flyin'
All through the distance
Look, and we fuckin' the baddest bitches
And they lookin' all pretty
But get to clickin'
When the liquor get in them
They start to sinnin'
(Blatt)
Yeah, they really with' it
Yeah, put a nigga straight on his
Back, if he try to run
He gon' land on his face
Think I'm a vampire, ever since I got blood
I just need me a taste
I'm with them soldiers
Got fifties and .30s and switches on Dracs
He think it's over, I just got the lo'
We gon' make it a day
Big stepper, really 'bout business
We stressed last time I played
Big repper, I put him down
His brother still mad to this day
A devil, my Glock from Australia
You better check on your mate
I'm nothin' like Adam and Eve
I'ma cut the head off the snake
These niggas be actin' like Rod Wave
We shoot 'em down up in broad day
I'ma keep it on my side 'til my hip ache
The clip a foot long like Subway
I'm a lil' demon, for real (Huh)
These niggs just be stuntin'
How you turned up to a fully?
Huh, I get a picture
Lil' buddy
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too tact
My 40 don't jam, yeah, it only go blast
With this Genie, it get active
First name
"Henny" and last name "Action"
Said what? He cappin'
Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him