Menace

[Intro: Skilla Baby]
Huh?
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Shut the fuck up

[Verse: Skilla Baby & RMC Mike]
I got four steppers in the car with me, ain't no room (MIA JAY C)
Send a drop to the Ghetto Baby, you hear boom
It's a hundred racks on me right now, bring a broom
Me and Skilla talkin' crazy on this bitch 'cause we in tune
Skilla Baby, RMC Mike tape comin' soon
Every time I pull off in the Scatpack, they hear vroom
Bought a house, I'm runnin' out of space, I need room
Pull out and bust right on her face, I'm feeling rude
Made my Scatpack sound like my Hellcat, got a tune
With the wolves everyday, I don't need a full moon
I'm in the kitchen every day, I dropped a one and madе a two
Me and Skilla both in them Scatpacks racin' too
It ain't shit to put a nigga on the nеws
Dropped the loc' to Lil Loc, got him blew
Went from top row straight into that pussy, got a boot
Hop out the car, walk you down on feet, I'm 'bout to shoot
Skilla Michael Myers, nigga scared I'ma stab his boo
Young nigga spent fifteen hundred on his shoe
I just spent eighty racks on the car to crash it too
Bro flagged me down, I made ten racks for passing through
I'm like A.I., I don't need practice to shoot
I'll really get a nigga stepped on, Tyronn Lue
Hit his whip with the fin, knocked his tie rod loose
Today I made alight ten, nigga, five times two
My dyke bitch'll really set it off like Cleo
I go dumb, bro go dumber, free Rio
Shootin' dice in the hood, I'm like fuck the casino
My white don't come stepped on, I got it from my migos
Bitch I need steak, shrimp, and lobster, this a trio
Fuck the bitch off a lil' blue pill like I'm Neo
Shoot off-balance, no effort at all, this a free throw
I'm in a Scatpack leanin' so damn hard, I think the seat broke
I got lil' bitch who knew the opps' house, I'm like, "Bingo"
Who is it? Had the pistol to the peephole
My lil' nigga takin' niggas' cars, where the key go?
I know a twelve-year-old doin' EDD, he doin' free pros
I just fucked a bald-head bitch, she goin' through chemo
I'm out in Austin runnin' to a bag like I'm Semo
Hundred-grand chain around my neck, it's a kilo
We in the booth, but we ain't rappin' shit, we shootin' cee-lo
Put my life on the line, but I ain't shootin' free throws
Brung that .308 to his block, now the street gone
I don't want no friendly-ass bitch, I like mean hoes
We done knocked off every opp, now the beef gone
Westside nigga tied in in the King, ho
Shoot a nigga, he ain't did shit, it's just B-roll
Young nigga funkin' old hoes off the Clicquot
Me and Skilla going back to back, we in sequel
I'm like Killa Cam when I'm in New York, I got my mink on
Five-seveN cave his chest in, it's a sinkhole
Ah, she glad I got a big dick, she got a deep hole
She lick the bottom of my balls when she deepthroat
Mike, we gotta stop this, nah, keep going
Walked in the bank, pulled out forty racks while my E showin'
I can't be in the house, baby, I'm a street nigga
Caught an opp walking down the street, now he a victim
I don't even trust my four-five, this bitch switchin'
Put a seventy-five on my baby Drac', this bitch ignant
Me and Skilla finna drop a tape, man, we trippin'
He say he got the bows, bitch, I want 'em all, what's the ticket?