MENACE lyrics

[Intro: Future]
(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)
Pluto
(808 Mafia)
Pluto, Pluto, Pluto

[Chorus: Future]
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, n*gga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic, they think I'm sendin' shots
When I f*ck my b*tch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you," and you know damn well a n*gga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this sh*t I love and ain't a lot

[Verse 1: Future]
I can sell some dope, before this rap sh*t, I was flippin' cash
I'ma stack a billio' on top what I already had
Ho, sign an NDA before you come through, suck the swag
n*gga can't even trip now, n*gga might trip over a million cash
I see eye to eye with demons, got me talkin' to the devil
Drop a bag, n*ggas comin' through just like some bad weather
Get them racks, bae, I really don't have to put them bricks together
First class, n*gga, we ridin' around on jets like Delta
[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
Uh, you hop on that flight, gettin' f*cked tonight, b*tch, that's period (Mwah, come here, baby)
Hop in a Bentley whip, whip it, let the G6 steer it (Skrrt)
Uh, n*gga, f*ck your feelings, if it ain't cash, ain't tryna hear it (Fool)
Uh, no, I don't fly Spirit, but if you try, fly your spirit (Oh, really?)
Uh, one-way trip to Heaven, try the gang, that's how we play
He was lookin' too fly today, I stripped his ass like TSA (Think I'm playin'?)
Empty them pockets, take them shoes off, f*ck what you got to say (Huh? Think I'm playin'?)
You talk too much, you just gettin' robbed today, no, you gettin' shot today
b*tch, most these rappers lame 'fore the fame, they ain't have a name ('Fore the fame, they ain't have a name, pus*y)
Most these rappers lame 'fore the fame, they ain't have a game (Doe Beezy)
VVs on my neck, that sh*t wet, but I'll snatch a chain (Oh, really?)

[Chorus: Future]
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, n*gga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic, they think I'm sendin' shots
When I f*ck my b*tch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you," and you know damn well a n*gga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this sh*t I love and ain't a lot

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, brrt
This motherf*cker hot, gotta get rid of this b*tch
Oh, sh*t
Goddamn, n*gga (Gotta get the f*ck on)
f*ck this whip
f*ck this whip, boy, that b*tch done (Gotta get the f*ck on)