Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Menace to Society, artist - Jay Fizzle. Date of issue: 15.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Menace to Society |
| I can’t be nobody but me man |
| Yeah |
| I smoke blunts and rock designer in all my pictures |
| If I don’t like you, it’s fuck you and whoever wit' you |
| I spill hot sauce everywhere I go, I make a mess |
| Your favorite rapper on my IG learning how to dress |
| And his bitch on my line talking 'bout she got next |
| Record labels on my line, say they got a blank check |
| Waiting on me, I said hold up, wait homie |
| I ain’t nothing like these rappers y’all been out here signing |
| I came in this bitch ballin' like Pac mixed with the Big Tymers |
| Don’t ask me what I rep, just read these motherfuckin' diamonds |
| My daddy couldn’t give me shit so I give my son the world |
| He only two and I already tell him don’t trust these girls |
| If it ain’t 'bout no paper put that shit behind me |
| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society |
| Pain killers and promethazine, nobody high as me |
| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society |
| Posted in the trap somewhere, that’s where you can find me |
| Why you talk about the streets so much? |
| cause that’s who signed me |
| Jumped out of the Rari just like Kane in a white tee |
| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society |
| Your favorite rapper scared of me, tell him to come out hiding |
| All this goddamn sauce on me come from inside these diamonds |
| Big-faced Rollie wrapped 'round my wrist, it got perfect timing |
| Dope boy table, fake A jump, 500 just to line me |
| Bitches tryna find me, labels beg to sign me |
| Fuck the deal, Empire for life until I’m dead |
| My Glock, some weed, some pills, that’s all I need, now where my meds? |
| Posted at the trap with the draco in my left hand |
| All through your city in that foreign where you can find me |
| My man like has been, keep shooters right behind me |
| I buy a bitch with candy, can’t trust no ho, she lying |
| Keep bullshit way behind, man Lil Fizzle just be shining |
| If it ain’t 'bout no paper put that shit behind me |
| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society |
| Pain killers and promethazine, nobody high as me |
| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society |
| Posted in the trap somewhere, that’s where you can find me |
| Why you talk about the streets so much? |
| cause that’s who signed me |
| Jumped out of the Rari just like Kane in a white tee |
| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society |