Eli Fross ft. Fredo Bang - Menace Lyrics

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(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 Genny, it get active
First name, "Henny," and last name "Action"
Said what? He cappin'
Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him

I'll really go do what I'm 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'll really go do what I'm 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 thrity
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 (uh)
Shooters comin' at your top (uh)
Freedom always is a must (uh)
Free my brothers off the Rock
Locked, knocked (uh)
Foreign shit never stop (uh)
Think I got some red bottoms (uh)
After steppin' on his top (uh, uh, uh)

Better 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
Yeah, 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 .50s and .30s and switches on Dracs
He think it's over
I just got the lo', we gon' make it a date
Big stepper
Really 'bout business, recess the 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 niggas just be stuntin'
How you turn a nut to a fully?
I get it pitchin', 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 Genny, it get active
First name, "Henny," and last name "Action"
Said what? He cappin'
Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him