Eli Fross – Menace (ft. Fredo Bang) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Eli Fross is here with the music video for the Great John-produced “Menace” song with Fredo Bang. Listen, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Eli Fross and Fredo Bang have a certified banger on their hands. The Brooklyn drill artist enlists the Baton Rouge rapper for his latest single, “Menace.” The two fuse their respective styles together for a dizzying banger, laced with eerie piano keys and an infectious vocal sample that rings off throughout the record. Fross menacing flow tackles the production with ease as he reflects on his success and surviving the streets. Fredo Bang’s more melodic delivery perfectly complements Fross’ bars with equally vicious threats.

This marks Eli Fross’ first release since dropping The Book Of Eli in 2021. Earlier this year, he connected with Trapland Pat on “Hellcat.”

As for Fredo Bang, he’s currently fresh off of the release of his follow-up to 2021’s Murder Made Me, Two-Face Bang 2.

Eli Fross – Menace (ft. Fredo Bang) (prod. Great John)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Eli Fross]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross

[Chorus: Eli Fross]
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin’ tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too tact’
My 40 don’t jam, yeah, it only go blast
With this [?], it get active
First name, “Henny,” and last name “Action”
Said what? He cappin’
Suckin’ that dick ’til lil’ bro blast him

[Verse 1: Eli Fross]
I really go do what I rappin’ if I stop doin’ this music (Uh-uh)
The scammers the ones that be clappin’, shooters the ones that be shootin’ (Uh-uh)
The bitches the ones that be passin’, know that my heart is confusin’ (Uh-uh)
I really go do what I rappin’ if I stop doin’ this music (Uh-uh)
Like what? Uh, talk out your mouth, get punched
Uh, and please, don’t talk about shooters (Uh)
‘Cause all of my shooters is clutch
Are you dumb? Better run
Uh, you know that we shootin’ for fun
You know that this clip hold thrity, so thirty gon’ come out my gun (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Bridge: Eli Fross]
We spin your block like three deep, send shots, put a opp nigga on a T.V., ayy
Put a opp nigga in PC, free all my guys at the Rock makin’ movies, ayy
Even John Cena can’t see me
12 on my ass, take a trip to the [?]
Bro go steppin’ with the GC
Make one call, yeah, put a nigga six feet, ayy

[Verse 2: Eli Fross]
Glocks, shooters comin’ at your top
Free the M8V3Ns it’s a must
Free my brothers off the Rock
Locked, not, foreign shit never stop
Think I got some red bottoms (Uh)
After steppin’ on his top (Uh, uh, uh)
Bae, pay attention, all of my niggas be really wit’ it
When we come through, we slidin’, we hittin’ niggas
And these bullets be flyin’ all through the distance
Look, and we fuckin’ the baddest bitches
And they lookin’ all pretty but get to clickin’
When the liquor get in them they start to sinnin’ (Blatt)
Yeah, they really wit’ it

[Verse 3: Fredo Bang]
Yeah, put a nigga straight on his back, if he try to run, he gon’ land on his face
Think I’m a vampire, ever since I got blood, I just need me a taste
I’m with them soldiers
Got fifties and 30s and switches on Dracs
He think it’s over, I just got the lo’, we gon’ make it a day
Big stepper, really ’bout business, we [?] last time I played
Big repper, I put him down, his brother still mad to this day
A devil, my Glock from Australia, you better check on your mate
I’m nothin’ like Adam and Eve, I’ma cut the head off the snake
These niggas be actin’ like Rod Wave, we shoot ’em down up in broad day
I’ma keep it on my side ’til my hip ache, the clip a foot long like Subway
I’m a lil’ demon, for real (Huh)
These niggs just be stuntin’
How you turned up to a fully? Huh, I get a picture, lil’ buddy

[Chorus: Eli Fross]
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin’ tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too tact;
My 40 don’t jam, yeah, it only go blast
With this [?], it get active
First name, “Henny,” and last name “Action”
Said what? He cappin’
Suckin’ that dick ’til lil’ bro blast him