Lyrics:

[Intro]
Melly the menace
I got out my bag and I went and got me
Fucked up environment
That's what Jay Green said, that's what he said, hey
She swallow that dick like a vitamin
Young nigga world
Melly the menace
Fucked up environment, hey

[Verse]
Bitch I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment
Bitch I'm from Gifford, that K A to G, that's a fucked up environment
Chain got attached to more, three to fourteen pushin', boy ain't no pie in me
Chopper diminish your organs, your penance if you ever lie to me
Just like a jail we gon' sentence him, capture his soul and replenish him (oh oh oh)
Don't give no fuck 'bout a friend, and fuck that lil jit, I ain't kin to him (fuck that ho)
Wrap his up like salami, and chop his ass up, now we blendin' him
Cook his ass up, we gon' chemist him
Ooh, get at him
Scorpio move with the stick
We gon' catch his ass slippin' and then we gon' finish him
Break his ass down and diminish him
Don't give no fucks 'bout offended him
These hoes are just a liar, I swear they got all of these bitches still synonym
Lil biddy bitch you an antonym
How in the fuck is you friends with them?
Bitch I'm a thug, not a gentleman
Swallow my dick like some cinnamon
Swallow my dick like some dinner man
Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman
Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman
Ooh, bitch ass nigga don't want no problems

[Verse 2]
Bitch I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment
Talk on my waist, shoot your bitch in my face, I'm like fuck the society
You don't want beef, we pull up with them sticks and you gotta go fire him (fire that bitch)
I do not care what you talkin' about, all these bitches desire me
Taraji P. Henson, your bitch gon' Empire me
She suck on my neck and my dick, she vampire me
I fuck with Jay Green 'cause I know he won't lie to me
I fuck Sack Chasers, I know they gon' ride for me
We hit a lick for ten bands, that shit like hittin' the lottery
We sendin' shots at your man, we do not send no apologies
I am so high in the sky, think I can study for astrology
Bitch ass nigga do not want no beef and he know that I'm straight out the pot with it
Oh, oh, straight out the pot with it
Oh, Jay Rich go out with Young Malo, yeah bitch I'm straight out the pot with it
JK won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot
JK won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot
Fuck is that young nigga talkin' 'bout, know that my Glock will demolish him
Pull up on him and we moppin' then wet his ass up then we polish him
Seen his ass all [?] they must of thought that I was gon' say hi to him
I just pulled up, put that pie to him
You ridin' with him then you die with him
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, pull up and air it out
Location turned off, you don't know 'bout our whereabouts
These bitches opinions somethin' I don't care about
Traphouse, got the baseheads runnin' in and out
I was losing in the race, fuck nigga look who winnin' now
Run up the money, we run up the commas now
Givenchy steppin', Louis Ferragamo now (fuck up a check)
Don't fuck on these bitches, we fuck on these bitches' mamas now