YNW Melly Lyrics
Melly the Menace by YNW Melly
Melly the menace
I got out my bag and I went and got me
fu**ed up environment
That's what Jgreen said, that's what he said, hey
She swallow that
di** like a vitamin
Young nigga world
Melly the menace
fu**ed up environment, hey
bi*** I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises
fu** the environment
bi*** I'm from Gifford, Aka the G
That's a
fu**ed up environment
Chain got attached to more, three point fourteen
pu*** boy ain't no pie in me
Chopper diminish your organs
Your penance if you ever lie to me
Just like a jail we gon' sentence him
Capture his soul and replenish him (oh, oh, oh)
Don't give no
fu** 'bout a friend, and
fu** that lil jit
I ain't kin to him (
fu** that ho)
Wrap his up like salami, and chop his
as* up
Now we blendin' him
Cook his
as* up, we gon' chemist him
Ooh, get at him
Scorpio move with the stick
We gon' catch his
as* slippin' and then we gon' finish him
Break his
as* down and diminish him
Don't give no
fu**s 'bout offendin' him
These hoes are just alike
I swear they got all of these
bi***es still synonym
Lil biddy
bi*** you an antonym
How in the
fu** is you friends with them?
bi*** I'm a thug, not a gentleman
Swallow my
di** like some cinnamon
Swallow my
di** like some dinner man
fu** Donald Trump and George Zimmerman
fu** Donald Trump and George Zimmerman
Ooh,
bi*** as* nigga don't want no problems
bi***, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises
fu** the environment
Glock on my waist, with your
bi*** in my face
I'm like
fu** the society
You don't want beef, we pull up with
them sticks
And you gotta go fire him (fire that
bi***)
I do not care what you talkin' about
All these
bi***es desire me
Taraji P. Henson, your
bi*** gon' Empire me
She
su** on my neck and my
di**, she vampire me
I
fu** with Jgreen 'cause I know he won't lie to me
I
fu** with Sakchaser, I know he gon' ride for me
We hit a lick for ten bands, that
sh** like hittin' the lottery
We sendin' shots at your man, we do not send no apologies
I am so high in the sky, think I can study for astrology
bi*** as* nigga do not want no beef
And he know that I'm straight out the pot with it
Oh, oh, straight out the pot with it
Oh, Jay Rich go out with Young Malo, yeah
bi*** I'm straight out the pot with it
Jgreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot
Jgreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot
fu** is that young nigga talkin' 'bout
Know that my Glock will demolish him
Pull up on him and we moppin'
Then wet his
as* up then we polish him
Seen his
as* all in public, must of thought
That I was gon' say hi to him
I just pulled up, put that fire to him
You ridin' with him then you die with him
fu** what they talkin' 'bout, pull up and air it out
Location turned off, you don't know 'bout our whereabouts
These
bi***es opinions somethin' I don't care about
Traphouse, got the baseheads runnin' in and out
I was losing in the race,
fu** nigga look who winnin' now
Run up the money, we run up the commas now
Givenchy steppin', Louis Ferragamo now (
fu** up a check)
Don't
fu** on these
bi***es
We
fu** on these
bi***es' mamas now
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