Jay Fizzle and Young Dolph - 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

Written by:
PHIL RATEY, - MANUELLSEN

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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