Disrespectful
They said I ain't got no money
That shit funny
I just came back from the bank
And the pack I blow it stank
So high I don't care what you think
Doughboi he ain't shit
Say I got some money then I switch
Name in the streets
The one who told me why you ain't smack that bitch
They be talking down
But I'm going up I know they hurt
Got yo' mind on me
All up on my page I know they lurk
Death to all my enemies
I got some soldiers put in work
Yeah I'm coming to yo' funeral
Gotta make sure you in the dirt
Throwing salt up on my name
But I can raise your blood pressure
M.I. crooked that ain't new
Everybody know I'm a finesser
Free 2x when I finesse
Oh it's some shit I'm gon address
What you say behind them doors
Make sure you get it off yo' chest
All that ra ra you be doing
With yo' niggas and yo' bitch
Oh what you say
Cause one of them go come and tell me bout that shit
All them rumors you be kicking
Go do nothing but make me laugh
You wake up trying to bring me down
I wake up get another bag
That's a different type of flex
That's a different type of check
They be trying to shit on me
That's why I come with disrespect
Put my trust in none of these hoes
That's why I fuck em' then it's next
They be trying to shit on me
That's why I come with disrespect
One hater
Two haters
Shit they all mad
Three glocks
Four thots
Shit they all bad
Five opps
Six shots
Then they all ran
Seven cops
I eight good ain't going down bad
Hazmat
Stay dangerous
Where the cash at
Bag back
Rearrange yo' mouth where yo' ass at
Big dawg
I can send some pussy get you rats
I be doing shit on purpose
You can run and tell that
You can run and tell this
I got you a couple snakes up on my list
In my yard you go get pissed
Either get quiet or get hit
Got my name all in yo' mouth
I know yo' hoe like how it taste
Come to this court don't want that case
Be the same when you see my face
All that ra ra you be doing
With yo' niggas and yo' bitch
Oh what you say
Cause one of them go come and tell me bout that shit
All them rumors you be kicking
Go do nothing but make me laugh
You wake up trying to bring me down
I wake up get another bag
That's a different type of flex
That's a different type of check
They be trying to shit on me
That's why I come with disrespect
Put my trust in none of these hoes
That's why I fuck em' then it's next
They be trying to shit on me
That's why I come with disrespect
That shit funny
I just came back from the bank
And the pack I blow it stank
So high I don't care what you think
Doughboi he ain't shit
Say I got some money then I switch
Name in the streets
The one who told me why you ain't smack that bitch
They be talking down
But I'm going up I know they hurt
Got yo' mind on me
All up on my page I know they lurk
Death to all my enemies
I got some soldiers put in work
Yeah I'm coming to yo' funeral
Gotta make sure you in the dirt
Throwing salt up on my name
But I can raise your blood pressure
M.I. crooked that ain't new
Everybody know I'm a finesser
Free 2x when I finesse
Oh it's some shit I'm gon address
What you say behind them doors
Make sure you get it off yo' chest
All that ra ra you be doing
With yo' niggas and yo' bitch
Oh what you say
Cause one of them go come and tell me bout that shit
All them rumors you be kicking
Go do nothing but make me laugh
You wake up trying to bring me down
I wake up get another bag
That's a different type of flex
That's a different type of check
They be trying to shit on me
That's why I come with disrespect
Put my trust in none of these hoes
That's why I fuck em' then it's next
They be trying to shit on me
That's why I come with disrespect
One hater
Two haters
Shit they all mad
Three glocks
Four thots
Shit they all bad
Five opps
Six shots
Then they all ran
Seven cops
I eight good ain't going down bad
Hazmat
Stay dangerous
Where the cash at
Bag back
Rearrange yo' mouth where yo' ass at
Big dawg
I can send some pussy get you rats
I be doing shit on purpose
You can run and tell that
You can run and tell this
I got you a couple snakes up on my list
In my yard you go get pissed
Either get quiet or get hit
Got my name all in yo' mouth
I know yo' hoe like how it taste
Come to this court don't want that case
Be the same when you see my face
All that ra ra you be doing
With yo' niggas and yo' bitch
Oh what you say
Cause one of them go come and tell me bout that shit
All them rumors you be kicking
Go do nothing but make me laugh
You wake up trying to bring me down
I wake up get another bag
That's a different type of flex
That's a different type of check
They be trying to shit on me
That's why I come with disrespect
Put my trust in none of these hoes
That's why I fuck em' then it's next
They be trying to shit on me
That's why I come with disrespect
Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Rosendoll
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