Melly & Todo - POO$E

Melly the menace I got out my bag and I went and got me Fucked up environment That's what JGreen said, that's what he said, hey She swallows that dick like a vitamin Young nigga world Melly the menace Fucked up environment (King Wonka beats), hey Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Bitch, I'm from Gifford, that K A to G, that's a fucked up environment (fucked up environment) Chain got attached to more, 3.14, pussy boy ain't no pie in me (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 hoe) Wrap his ass up like salami, and chop his ass up, now we blendin' him (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 (get over here) Break his ass down and diminish him Don't give no fucks 'bout offendin' him These hoes are just alike, I swear they got all of these bitches still synonym Lil biddy bitch, you an antonym (antonym, bitch) How in the fuck is you friends with them? (Friends with the bitch) Bitch, I'm a thug, not a gentleman (facts, facts) Swallow my dick like some cinnamon Swallow my dick like some dinner, man (facts, facts) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman (uh, uh) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman Ooh, bitch ass nigga don't want no problems Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Glock on my waist, with your bitch in my face, I'm like, "Fuck the society" (fuck the society) You don't want beef, we pull up with them sticks And you gotta go fire him (fire the bitch) I do not care what you talkin' about, all these bitches desire me (bitches desire me) Taraji P. Henson, your bitch gon' Empire me (gon' Empire me) She suck on my neck and my dick, she vampire me (vampire me, bitch) I fuck with JGreen 'cause I know he won't lie to me I fuck with Sakchaser, I know he gon' ride for me We hit a lick for ten bands, that shit like hittin' the lottery (lottery, bitch) We sendin' shots at your man, we do not send no apologies (apology, bitch) I am so high in the sky, think I can study for astrology (astrology, bitch) 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 JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot Fuck is that young nigga talkin' 'bout? Know that my Glock will demolish him (demolish you, bitch) Pull-up on him and we moppin' then wet his ass up then we polish him (toom, toom-toom) Seen his ass all in public, must've thought that I was gon' say, "Hi" to him (hi to the bitch) I just pulled up, put that fire to him (fire to him) You ridin' with him, then you die with him Fuck what they talkin' 'bout? Pull-up and air it out (air that shit out, bitch) Location turned off, you don't know 'bout our whereabouts (nothin' 'bout my whereabouts, bitch) These bitches opinions somethin' I don't care about (about the bitch) Traphouse, got the baseheads runnin' in and out (in and out the bitch) I was losin' in the race, fuck nigga look who winnin' now (look who winnin', bitch) Run up the money, we run up the commas now (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

This motherfuckin' weed Got on my motherfuckin' lip I told that weed, "Get the fuck off my lip" (For real, lil' bitch) For real Yung Shad, you killed this track Mwah, mwah, mwah, I love you Storin', huh Fuck on your bitch in a foreign, huh Water my diamonds like orange Clip gon' go off like alarm, huh Tell that bitch I don't mean hard (Hard) Pull up on him with the mop (You bitch) Load up the chopper and shoot him (Shoot) Load up that chopper and shoot (And shoot) Load up that chopper and shoot (For real) Don't give no fuck about you (Yeah) My nigga bang SuWoo (SuWoo) My nigga said get it true Fuck with the clique and you're doomed Do what we want her to do We gon' cook bro, look like Oodles, yeah We gon' control her like voodoo, brrat We gon' bontrol her like voodoo Put him in some doodoo, then turn that lil' bitch to some mud Nigga what the fuck, huh? (Huh) Chopper turn a nigga into dust I, I heard another one bit the dust and his ass got killed I heard them niggas talkin' 'bout Lil Melly ain't worth 2.9 mil' Lil' bitch, get out of my business (My business) Lil' bitch, go worry 'bout your feelings (Your feelings) Fuck on your bitch in a Bentley (A Bentley) Giuseppe, Louis, and Givenchy (Givenchy) Damn, bitches scream Melly when I walk through the entrance Canary yellow diamonds like whoa whoa You freaky bitches snitch to the polo Wait, whoops, wait These freaky bitches snitch to the po-po Bounce on that dick like a pogo We ridin' splatt, fuck that stolo We ridin' motherfuckin' Range Rove' Hold up, wait a minute, like yeah Storin', huh Fuck on your bitch in a foreign, huh Water my diamonds like orange Clip gon' go off like alarm, huh Tell that bitch I don't mean hard (Hard) Pull up on him with the mop (You bitch) Load up the chopper and shoot him (It's lit) Load up that chopper and shoot (Glock with a dick) Load up that chopper and shoot (For real) Don't give no fuck about you (For real) My nigga bang SuWoo (What?) My nigga said get it true (What?) Fuck with the clique and you're doomed (For life) Do what we want her to do (For life) We gon' cook bro, look like Oodles, yeah (Stripes) We gon' control her like voodoo, brrat (All about stripes, yeah) You know I'm a robber, rapper Car jacker, trapper, ain't never been an actor You know what it is from the jump Keep it real with the stick in the front of the trunk I got weed, I got blunts, what you wanna do? And if she don't, fuck it, it's somethin' wrong with you Bitch, come and suck on it slow (Slow) Go 'head and suck on it faster, boo I pulled up on 'em in foreign cars This shit right here is a foreign car Like over, over, these hoes think we Sosa Pull up in that Rover, cookin' up that yola I don't wanna go with her, she too controlling (Like me) She wan' VVS's, yeah, she wan' make it wet (Wet) She say she like my Benz (Benz) Bitch wanna fuck my friends (Friends) Bitch wanna ride in the Wraith (Wraith) Bitch wanna fuck my gang (Gang) Bitch wanna wear my chain (Yeah) Bitch, if you want some fame (For real) Bitch wanna hold my Glock (Lil' bitch) Bitch better suck my cock (My dick) Pull up on a motherfuckin' opp (An opp) Playin' games, pussy nigga, fuck the opps (Fuck the opps) Blood Gang, pussy bitch, fuck the cops (Fuck the cops) Blood Gang, pussy bitch, fuck the bops (Fuck the bops) Hit that bitch then I tell her to stop (Stop) Suck the dick and whenever you slop (Ain't a slop) Suck that dick but your daddy around (Around) Pulled up on her, she know I'm a rapper (Yeah) You know I'm a robber, rapper Car jacker, trapper, ain't never been an actor You know what it is from the jump Keep it real with the stick in the front of the trunk I got weed Young Nigga World Buy your bitch diamonds and pearls and She fuck on the whole mark Man fuck that Young Nigga World for life Everybody know what time it is

Young Nigga World Yeah I'ma keep that shit 100k Runnin' up the racks, couldn't fit inside the safe Quarter million dollars on the mother fuckin' Wraith Quarter million dollars on the mother fuckin' A I'ma keep that shit 100k Pull up on my brother we gon' spray Nigga try to take my chain out the day Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh Aye and this here is only the fuckin' beginnin' Lord please forgive me for all of this sinning I would not ever change on you lil' baby I promise I love you, and never would put no one body above you But you ever try me and I gotta fuck you and big FN and no pistol Ugh, I might just fuck on your sister Ugh, we put the Glock to your mister and mistress Lil' bitch don't you play with my make up, we killin' Bitch shit, nigga, diarrhea I don't want the bitch if she got gonorrhea Pull up on a nigga, onomatopoeia I'm in New York but these niggas still my son Shawty wanna fuck she want a pass for fun I'ma keep that shit 100k Runnin' up the racks, couldn't fit inside the safe Quarter million dollars on the mother fuckin' Wraith Quarter million dollars on the mother fuckin' A I'ma keep that shit 100k Pull up on my brother we gon' spray Nigga try to take my chain out the day Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh Aye and this here is only the fuckin' beginnin' Lord please forgive me for all of this sinning I-, I could feel it through the wire when you talk to me baby I wanna put you in a mother fuckin' Phantom or Mercedes Bip, bip, pull up with a fuckin' TEC Nigga wanna know because we gettin' to the check How she wanna fuck but she can't even give me neck? I might just pull up on them with the set, uh Kick that fuck nigga from the beehive Hit him with the Glock, go to beehive And if a nigga ever try to rob me, Call the crips and they bummin' from the C-hive I'ma keep that shit 100k Runnin' up the racks, couldn't fit inside the safe Quarter million dollars on the mother fuckin' Wraith Quarter million dollars on the mother fuckin' A I'ma keep that shit 100k Pull up on my brother we gon' spray Nigga try to take my chain out the day Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh Aye and this here is only the fuckin' beginnin' Lord please forgive me for all of this sinning Young Nigga World

LJ on the track Hmm, yeah (Pour a four in, then you pour a four in) (First you pour a four in, then you pour a four in) (Then you pour a four in) It's about to be a robbery (Robbery) Don't make a sound (Don't make a Sound), don't make a sound (Don't make a sound) Shut the fuck up, bitch, Don't talk to me (Don't say no word, fuck nigga) Just hit the ground (Ayy, pussy), just hit the ground It's about to be a robbery, oh Yeah, a robbery It's about to be a robbery Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me Hold up, goddamn, seen him at the parking lot Got the Glock, pulled it out Put it to his fuckin' mouth (Motherfuckin' grill) Hop in your fuckin' bushes, then I'm hoppin' in your house Creepin' through your shit Put the pistol to your fuckin' spouse Kangaroo, kangaroo, we hoppin' and we kick at you (Kick at you) All my bitches fuck and suckin' dick just for the Jimmy Choos Chopper with a beam and now you know it's not a twenty-two I don't wanna turn into a demon and diminish you I up it and I-I I'm ridin' with this pistol and I'm Totin' this shit (I'm totin' this shit) I ride with the sack and all my gang, they be tight (They be tight) I'm ridin' with my whoadie, my compadre Yeah, my slime (Brrat) It's about to be a robbery (Robbery) Don't make a sound (Don't make a Sound), don't make a sound (Don't make a sound) Shut the fuck up, bitch, don't talk to me (Shut the fuck up now) Just hit the ground (Just hit the ground), just hit the ground It's about to be a robbery Yeah, a robbery It's about to be a robbery Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me Oh damn, I'm off ya All day, I'm out back Aw damn, here I go again, I'm dressed in all black I told myself I wasn't gonna rob, but fuck all of that I spent my last on an ounce and the police found it (Oh no) Then Grandma took the charge I was so astounded (Love you, Grandma) But now I got the racks, stack it up to amounts that (No) Nobody can reach but us, we are the ones who Goddamn, let me double back I wanna rob a nigga with a MAC too (With that MAC-11) Already robbed a nigga with that stick (With that stick) I already robbed a nigga, fuckin' Glock tools (Glock-26, bitch) Goddamn, at that rate, I might pop you (Pop him) You too, pussy bitch, heard you police (Huh?) Chopper put a pussy nigga in the motherfuckin' wheelchair YNW and we are soldiers It's about to be a robbery (Robbery) Don't make a sound, don't make a sound Shut the fuck up, bitch, don't talk to me Just hit the ground, just hit the ground It's about to be a robbery (Oh, we 'bout to rob 'em) Yeah, a robbery (Oh, we 'bout to rob 'em) It's about to be a robbery (Oh, we 'bout to rob 'em) Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me First you get a pint and then you pour a four in Then you get the Glock, cock it back, and kick the doors in Now you fuckin' hoes and then you get a stolen cars Then you hit a lick and get some pearls and cop an Audemar You gon' keep on gettin' it Keep on gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it Ooh, ooh, young jit You gon' keep on gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it Just keep snappin', hittin' a lick, boy Keep on gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it I done been there before and I was gettin' it, gettin' it So I know you too can get it