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W3S - Menace Lyrics



W3S - Menace Lyrics
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They know I've been acting reckless
That's why they call me a menace
Pull up, they feeling my presence
I can't help making an entrance
They tryna guess my intentions
I never stick to conventions
No I ain't looking for vengeance
Money gon' rise with the tensions
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bitch, I've been scandalous, Dennis the Menace (ay)
I'm definitely smoking green like it's lettuce (ay)
Ask how many people be frauds (ay)
The consensus is sensing the jealousy all in my section (yeah)
They all be like "damn, W3S, these bars are horrendous" (yeah)
But I gotta teach em the way, no apprentice (ay)
Every time I spit, it is so damn impressive (ay)
But they just complain (ay)
Steady sounding pretentious (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like "wait, wait, wait"
Switch up the foreign car outta my place (yeah)
Checking the stats like what's black and white plus read all over
My name in the papers, got wraps like Crayola (ay)
I'm gonna hop in the back, may you chauffeur me?
Or can I at least get some closure, please?
I just been shitting on f*ckers so they gon' be asking for autographs
Roll it, g
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, uh)
They gon' be asking for autographs (signatures)
Throwing this shit so I look like a quarterback
I have a heart attack on the track
Give me all of that, I want every dollar back, yeah
Yeah, niggas saying he don't holler facts
I put your ass in a muhf*ckin' bodybag (buh, buh, buh)
If you thinking I ain't on the track, you gotta be a lil smarter, yeah
Rock on the beat
I am not f*cking with you, so please don't be talking to me
I'm not with the beef, but if he ever wanna meet
Take his ass out for free (cha-ching)
The top from a freak
I got a lock on the streets
So shawty, get out of them sheets
I'm all on the beat
Niggas just following me
Niggas just f
I don't
Listen to whiners and fakers, the liars and traitors denying I'm greater (yeah)
Go die in a crater, I'm striving for danger
My rhyming is major, my diamonds go glacier (ahh)
You know I spit it radical, we international (ay)
The wit is magical (yeah), I'm getting capital (ay)
My critics laughable (yeah), this shit is tactical (ay)
I hit your clavicle (yeah), it split diagonal (ay)
(Rage)
Stress me not (yeah)
Test me (ay), best be hot (yeah)
Press me, get these shots (ay)
Messy dots (yeah)
Ready, steady, pop (ay)
Many empty spots (yeah, ay)
Kings in my circle (yeah)
Bringing it written and verbal
Villains, the visions infernal
Skip the rehearsal (ay)
Visceral lyrical journals
This is eternal (ahh)
They know I've been acting reckless
That's why they call me a menace
Pull up, they feeling my presence
I can't help making an entrance
They tryna guess my intentions
I never stick to conventions
No I ain't looking for vengeance
Money gon' rise with the tensions
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They know I've been acting reckless
That's why they call me a menace
Pull up, they feeling my presence
I can't help making an entrance
They tryna guess my intentions
I never stick to conventions
No I ain't looking for vengeance
Money gon' rise with the tensions
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bitch, I've been scandalous, Dennis the Menace (ay)
I'm definitely smoking green like it's lettuce (ay)
Ask how many people be frauds (ay)
The consensus is sensing the jealousy all in my section (yeah)
They all be like "damn, W3S, these bars are horrendous" (yeah)
But I gotta teach em the way, no apprentice (ay)
Every time I spit, it is so damn impressive (ay)
But they just complain (ay)
Steady sounding pretentious (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like "wait, wait, wait"
Switch up the foreign car outta my place (yeah)
Checking the stats like what's black and white plus read all over
My name in the papers, got wraps like Crayola (ay)
I'm gonna hop in the back, may you chauffeur me?
Or can I at least get some closure, please?
I just been shitting on f*ckers so they gon' be asking for autographs
Roll it, g
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, uh)
They gon' be asking for autographs (signatures)
Throwing this shit so I look like a quarterback
I have a heart attack on the track
Give me all of that, I want every dollar back, yeah
Yeah, niggas saying he don't holler facts
I put your ass in a muhf*ckin' bodybag (buh, buh, buh)
If you thinking I ain't on the track, you gotta be a lil smarter, yeah
Rock on the beat
I am not f*cking with you, so please don't be talking to me
I'm not with the beef, but if he ever wanna meet
Take his ass out for free (cha-ching)
The top from a freak
I got a lock on the streets
So shawty, get out of them sheets
I'm all on the beat
Niggas just following me
Niggas just f
I don't
Listen to whiners and fakers, the liars and traitors denying I'm greater (yeah)
Go die in a crater, I'm striving for danger
My rhyming is major, my diamonds go glacier (ahh)
You know I spit it radical, we international (ay)
The wit is magical (yeah), I'm getting capital (ay)
My critics laughable (yeah), this shit is tactical (ay)
I hit your clavicle (yeah), it split diagonal (ay)
(Rage)
Stress me not (yeah)
Test me (ay), best be hot (yeah)
Press me, get these shots (ay)
Messy dots (yeah)
Ready, steady, pop (ay)
Many empty spots (yeah, ay)
Kings in my circle (yeah)
Bringing it written and verbal
Villains, the visions infernal
Skip the rehearsal (ay)
Visceral lyrical journals
This is eternal (ahh)
They know I've been acting reckless
That's why they call me a menace
Pull up, they feeling my presence
I can't help making an entrance
They tryna guess my intentions
I never stick to conventions
No I ain't looking for vengeance
Money gon' rise with the tensions
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Writer: Alexander Wierciszewski, Wesley Hudzik, Xavier Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: W3S
Length: 2:32
Written by: Alexander Wierciszewski, Wesley Hudzik, Xavier Smith

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