Menace to Society

[Intro]
(M4)
(Ayy, AyP, Ayy, AyP)
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)

[Chorus]
Menace to society, fuck police, they give me anxiety
SY got a AK-47, fuck police, ain't going out quietly
I inspire me, might sound vain, it's strange that I can't free my mind entirely
Come like a demon lives inside me, it's either that, or I'm tapped

[Verse 1]
Astaghfirullah, I packed my prey, but I thank to Allah 'cah I prayed for a pack
How many times have I let Ghost live, now he's gonna turn ghost 'cah he thinks he's bad
It— It's mad, it's sad, C2 held that door with his dad
I only barricade doors for gov's, windows smashed, then he crashed (Then he crashed)
I'm way— I'm way too rash, gotta itch this scratch, so I left Kash with a nasty gash
And he left Culps, and now he's ash
All these hoes like "Men are trash", then get on their knees and gag for a bag
You don't wan' play it and get your toe tag, I'll rip out your wig, like when these hoes scrap
Get the machine ready, chunky nails no Mani-Pedi
My shooters fell in love with them waps, it gets them aroused when they rise the semi
We wiped his nose, they're pourin' Henny, I poured up lean and billed a zeggy
I'm Suspect, Grim Reaper or Kenny Krueger, I'm in his dreams like Freddy (Like, ahh)
I wanna kill, then kill again, no chalk, kill him then kill his friends
And if I can't drill, I'll buy the skengs and make sure that gang keep drillin' them
Turn blue corpse for the bloody cause, we all scored, all my dargs got bloody paws
Fuck the met, we abide by Sharia law, put a hand on mine, I'ma chop up yours

[Chorus]
Menace to society, fuck police, they give me anxiety
SY got a AK-47, fuck police, ain't going out quietly
I inspire me, might sound vain, it's strange that I can't free my mind entirely
Come like a demon lives inside me, it's either that, or I'm tapped

[Verse 2]
My akh's on go like Brother Mouzone, step with a suit and chrome
Helmet high vis, waitin' outside your home, deliverin' corn at domes
My hoes don't complain, just moan, backshots, finish in prone
Butcher, two and a half like Ashton Kutcher, separate flesh from bone
That pump ain't gonna cure asthma, rub out your chest like Vicks
Tickin' my list, I was killin' for kicks, and he ain't 36, but I'll chop him to bits (Bits)
Pull out and buss on her tits, then I'm back in her mouth, she a freaky bitch
He think he slick, gave his girlfriend dick, then sent her back to the fifth
Remember when mumzy gave me licks, now opp blocks gettin' the belt
We raise up hell, they think that we're all in jail, 'til we get a drop and it's rainin' bells
How many blocks got beef with one, they still can't hack that one
R.I.P AK, R.I.P S, my cause is a righteous one
They call me Grim Reaper 'cah I six feet ya, they say I'm a rapper
I got two X'd like a three man song, but you gotta go hell to get them a feature
This won't care if your love get wet, and it hates them man, it's defo a keeper
Do a man dirty, man gotta bleach her (Do a man dirty, man gotta bleach her)