
MENACE Doe Boy (Ft. Future)
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[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, nigga, 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 fuck my bitch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you," and you know damn well a nigga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this shit I love and ain't a lot
[Verse 1: Future]
I can sell some dope, before this rap shit, 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
Nigga can't even trip now, nigga might trip over a million cash
I see eye to eye with demons, got me talkin' to the devil
Drop a bag, niggas comin' through just like some bad weather
Get them racks, bae, I really don't have to put them bricks together
First class, nigga, we ridin' around on jets like Delta
(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, nigga, 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 fuck my bitch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you," and you know damn well a nigga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this shit I love and ain't a lot
[Verse 1: Future]
I can sell some dope, before this rap shit, 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
Nigga can't even trip now, nigga might trip over a million cash
I see eye to eye with demons, got me talkin' to the devil
Drop a bag, niggas comin' through just like some bad weather
Get them racks, bae, I really don't have to put them bricks together
First class, nigga, we ridin' around on jets like Delta
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