Serious (feat. YTB Fatt)

(6lement)

Facts, they let the wrong young **** in

Before this rap shit, I been fuckin' bitches and they damn friends

This shit like GTA, rather snatch a pussy **** right out the Benz

I think I spent a honey bun

Young **** bought a hundred guns

Somebody let the oppers in

You get ten, you burn his skin

Get fifteen, you hit his leg

You get a dub, you leave him dead

Can't nobody fear Da Menace, ****, a ghost can't make me scared

One of the dangerous in my city, I got all these **** guessing

Is he beefin' with me or not? Then Anti shoot up my spot

Before I run up out this paper, I'm goin' to take me a **** down

Let a **** play with me, I turn this bitch to bloody town

Mad as hell, I put my blicky down, this shit gettin' serious now

Mad as hell, I put my blicky down, this shit gettin' serious now (This shit gettin' serious)

Mad as hell, I put my blicky down, this shit gettin' serious now (Yeah, this shit gettin' serious, uh)

Got the whole world wonderin', "Is he really rappin' what he livin'?"

I got seventy thousand sittin' beside me while I'm chillin'

I had the money counter, but I started thumbin' through it, I wanted to feel it

All my cars come supercharged, all of 'em tinted

****, this shit here two hundred on the dash, ****, this ain't a rental

I can't post this shit on the internet 'cause I got killers in 'em

I got switches in 'em, this shit on my hip knock down the biggest ****

**** ain't never had to throw a subliminal

Shoutout Gumbo, come and get it

She wanna give me a chance, she found out I was the richest in my city

Soon as she found that shit out, every minute, she wanna eat my children

Uh, why you pulled up on me at six? Then I upped the ticket

Mad as hell, I put my blicky down, this shit gettin' serious now (This shit gettin' serious)

Mad as hell, I put my blicky down, this shit gettin' serious now

I been tryna burn me somethin' ever since I caught that first ****

Ain't no playin' 'round where I'm from, I got my four-nick, really hurt ****

I be tryna send a blitz every time an opper like my damn picture

Yeah, they tryna put me on, I shoot everybody like I'm Brian Nickels

It ain't fifteen thousand a show no more, it's twenty, ****

You can ask my city, the Foxes small as a bug, finna hit 'bout twenty ****

Pay my lil' **** a bun, he finna hit the road with me

****, I know if I lose all this shit today, he still gon' roll with me