Mind Of A Menace lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, AK Bandamont, n*gga, yeah

[Verse]
Alright voice in my head, that's the Shay Tom
Them boys ain't talkin' on them songs, they just make lies
My fiend did a line, turned to a zombie, he Frankenstein
Wish he was still alive
Put me in the lab with a lil' powder, I'll make pie
Bro just hunted the opps down, but he ain't a spy
I just did this b*tch bold and she ain't surprised
I just told the b*tch I'm out of town, I gotta make a lie
This b*tch start askin' me questions, I'll make a lie ("Ayy, b*tch, where you at?")
Ha, I gotta change it up
b*tch, I got a brick under my bed, I can't make it up
Just hit a slab and left that b*tch wet, I ain't hang it up
I put my di*k in white girl, rearrange her guts
The feds found out where I trap, I gotta change it up
I got a stick under my seat in an eight of dust
I caught one of my opps goin' to school, I'm finna flame the bus
I had bro cut it again 'cause he a remaker
And I could show you how to mix, I ain't a beatmaker
Just bought a pint and drunk a three and ten, I'm a three saver
They sick I ran through a whole brick as a teenager
These n*ggas talkin' 'bout the field, you a weak player
I'm finna stuff a b*tch up with the pills, we can eat later
I'm finna spike the fishscale, I'm a cleat maker
I'm finna pour up eleven lines, I gotta pee later
In '015, ran through a half a slab, and got a ki' later
This n*gga talk like he can't die, we finna see later
I know a b*tch launderin' cash, I got clean paper
Why these n*ggas flashin' all these guns but I don't see paper?
Yeah
I just cut the cocaine up with a green razor
If a n*gga showin' strap, and he don't shoot it, I'm a heat taker
My dog got tolerance, South Beach like a Heat player
I got a plug on purp pints, I'm finna go to Houston
If a n*gga touch my chain, I'm finna throw a bullet
My lil' cuz don't know how to cook crack, I had bro school him
I was bad goin' to class, I had homeschooling
That sh*t so truthful
And do not pull your gun out unless you gon' use it
If I pull my gun out, just know I'm gon' use it
No talkin', won't hesitate, just know I'm gon' shoot it
I hit a n*gga drank with all Karo, he ain't gon' poot it
I took a break on sellin' weed to see what coke doin'
This b*tch want a couple lines, see what her nose doin'
I'm finna leave the trap house, see what the hoes doin'
I'm finna go to 'em
I told my fiend come get a front and she float to it
I told the b*tch don't gotta front, it ain't a joke to it
Brodie played the dead opps' song, we finna blow to it
I just rolled a big Backwood and did a ghost to it
Dumb b*tch, you know your homie dead, you gotta stand up
I'm finna dance on a whole slab, this ain't Step Up
b*tch, I got blood over my shoe, this ain't ketchup
The feds done had me on a high-speed chase and they ain't catch up