Menace
GARAZ VOL.7 Lyrics

How the f*ck you break ma heart? eughh b*tch you dead meat
You hurt me deeply, you're in trouble now

You ain't understand the words i said but b*tch you read me
You may not comprehend my words, but you can still understand my intentions

B*tch i'm pescatarian i can't eat no f*ckin red meat
I follow a diet excluding red meat

B*tch don't play with, me im known to spear b*tches like ed reed
Don't mess with me, I can be ruthless like Ed Reed

B*tch i want like 7 fried shrimp understand me?
I desire a specific amount of fried shrimp

And you bet not short me or you dead h*e i need er' piece
If you cheat me, you're in trouble, I want my fair share

F*ck you need some braces what the f*ck b*tch fix yo damn teeth
You should consider getting braces, fix your teeth

I won't eat no bacon but i'll f*ck me up some lamb meat
I won't consume bacon, but I enjoy lamb meat

G star
A brand reference to G-Star clothing

100 for a murder? f*ck i'm snitchin
If offered $100 to confess a murder, I'd report it to the authorities

B nard
Referring to a person called B Nard

They must think we g*y from all these switches
People may assume we're homosexual due to our frequent changes

3 Cars
I own three cars

All of 'em good for spinnin' they all tinted
All of them are suitable for spinning and have tinted windows

Retard
Using an offensive term to express frustration or annoyance

Wish a n*gga wood cause i been itchin'
I hope someone gives me trouble because I'm ready to fight

Hold on hit "foreva laid" 'cause b*tch you need to fix yo wig
Listen to 'foreva laid' because you need to fix your hairpiece

I can't sip no f*ckin drizz, i had my first cup 2010
I can't drink any syrup, I had my first cup in 2010

Bitch you ain't no thick or slim please go hit the fucking gym
You're neither thick nor slim, you should work out

Why this nigga jec be grunting and shit you would've thought he was in the gym
I wonder why Jec grunts and makes noises, it's as if he's working out

Nah but that nigga a reaper he be killing shi like grim
Actually, he's like the Grim Reaper, causing destruction and death

And that bitch want me to strip her out I pass her to my friends
That girl wants me to exploit her sexually, so I pass her on to my friends

And she know my name Tekika told that bitch come take a swim
She knows my name, Tekika, and I invited her to join me for a swim

I got tired of being humble told that bitch I'm really him
I'm tired of being modest, so I told her that I am who I truly am

And my bag finally fat yall wasn't there when that shi was slim
My bag is finally full, but you weren't there when I had nothing

Yeezy pieces got me feeling like ye but I don't need no Kim
Wearing Yeezy clothing makes me feel like Kanye West, but I don't need a partner like Kim Kardashian

Cut some niggas off I know they fake head tops lets get them trimmed
I've severed ties with some fake individuals, we should confront them

And you know we got something for them snakes glock gon knock off limbs
We have something in store for those who betray us, our guns will cause harm

Told her life shit not a game this bitch think that we playing sims
I explained to her that life isn't a game, but she still acts like we're playing The Sims

I told them bitches eat a frank they ain't speak to me ever since
I advised those girls to eat a hot dog, and they haven't talked to me since

And they pockets fucking shrank I think they on a money cleanse
Their pockets have significantly decreased, they seem to be on a financial cleanse

I jus leveled up my rank I remember when my pockets jus had lint
I just improved my status, I remember when my pockets only had lint

And I laugh when I go to the bank but my pockets always grin
I find it amusing when I visit the bank, as my pockets are always full

Momma know I'm doing great she just wished I didn't sin
My mom knows I'm doing well, she just hopes I avoid wrongdoing

Momma know I ain't no saint she know I'm doing the best I can
My mom knows I'm not perfect, but she understands I'm trying my best

But this life shit kinda straight all my niggas gotta win
But this life is quite good, all my friends need to succeed

And naw I ain't done yet let me talk my shit again
And no, I'm not finished, let me express myself further

I don't need no rolly need no patek need my shi ben 10
I don't need expensive watches, I just want my personal belongings

I just think it's crazy you a grown man worrying about other men
I find it ridiculous that a grown man is concerned about other men

They was stabbing me in the back and now they talking about amends Bitch
They used to betray me, and now they want to make amends, how foolish

(Fuck these niggas talking about)
I don't care about what these guys are saying

I'm talking about F.Ns
I'm referring to firearms

Niggas can't even be themselves they do everything for a fucking trend
Guys can't even be true to themselves, they just follow every trend

Nigga said how much is the fit Bitch don't worry about what I spend
Someone asked how much my outfit cost, but they shouldn't be concerned

Fiends be getting sent to the gu heard that boy got sold some fent
Addicts are being sent to the hospital, I heard a guy got sold some fentanyl

She be talking out her neck I swear this hoe got me bent
She speaks disrespectfully, it's clear she's trying to anger me

He be talking on the net fuck around and might get lynched
He talks recklessly online, he might face serious consequences