letra de free yola - anti da menace
[intro]
(squat made the beat)
(go grizz)
(yo, nick papz, make it slap)
[pre-chorus]
i get paid for real, i say i need all hundreds at the bank
she get slayed for real, i put it in her mind so she can’t think
i was finna cop the ‘cat, i think it’s time to cop the wraith
i let some shots off in this ‘vette for thinkin’ that i’m somethin’ to play with
f-ck n-gga mad i made it, give me the beat, i slay sh-t
all on my d-ck tryna see what i’m doin’, please get out my way, b-tch
shoot my glay every time that i get mad, they came for k sh-t
make a diss, boy, you got me f-cked up, i be makin’ hits
[chorus]
i got my cake up, yeah, i got my pape’ up
yeah, i got my weight up, yeah, i got my cake up
they can’t f-ck with me
i say these p-ssy boys can’t f-ck with me (they can’t f-ck with me)
i got my cake up, yeah, i got my pape’ up
yeah, i got my weight up, yeah, i got my cake up
they can’t f-ck with me
i say these p-ssy boys can’t f-ck with me (they can’t f-ck with me)
[verse]
i got some money right there, and money right there what i’m spendin’ it on, yeah
play then i’m gettin’ him pushed back, i’m poppin’ sh-t like a grown man
he got a glock on him, though, and i got a glock, but i got a 9 on me too
i’ll have my young n-ggas shootin’ at you, f-ck that boy gang, i’ll ruin his crew
b-tch called me young pape, on this quagen i might just pour an eighth
have you ever seen a n-gga sneak a switchy out of state?
play, i rearrange his face, i’m ready to spray it in broad day
oh, you thought i was lyin’ about lil p havin’ [?]? (they can’t f-ck with me)
young as h-ll, got bl–dy ways, ask about me, lil’ buddy paid
i be bein’ humble with this check, it’s time to buy a lake
or i might go building, leave some millions for my treasure
tell the industry to cut away, they ran into da menace
[pre-chorus]
i get paid for real, i say i need all hundreds at the bank
she get slayed for real, i put it in her mind so she can’t think
i was finna cop the ‘cat, i think it’s time to cop the wraith
i let some shots off in this ‘vette for thinkin’ that i’m somethin’ to play with
f-ck n-gga mad i made it, give me the beat, i slay sh-t
all on my d-ck tryna see what i’m doin’, please get out my way, b-tch
shoot my glay every time that i get mad, they came for k sh-t
make a diss, boy, you got me f-cked up, i be makin’ hits
[chorus]
i got my cake up, yeah, i got my pape’ up
yeah, i got my weight up, yeah, i got my cake up
they can’t f-ck with me
i say these p-ssy boys can’t f-ck with me (they can’t f-ck with me)
i got my cake up, yeah, i got my pape’ up
yeah, i got my weight up, yeah, i got my cake up
they can’t f-ck with me
i say these p-ssy boys can’t f-ck with me (they can’t f-ck with me)
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