D.F.M.R (Die For My Respect)

Big Tugz nigga
Big Holy

Told y'all niggas don't fuck around

Middle finger to the press
Holy be shittin' his foot on they necks

Gotta die for my respect
Talking too tough better get you a vest

Niggas is lames say that shit with my chest
Talk on my name that shit'll go left

Clap wanna murder can't settle for less
Took off his jersey and picked up a tech

Niggas is weirdos

Lames

This shit'll get real grim

Travel around like a field trip
Chance of survival my boy looking real slim

Niggas is soft
Like tissue

Send him up family said that they miss you
Gang got no heart they gon tell me to diss you

We spin in black v's this shit not a rental
We ain't imposters the gang too official

Niggas politicking that's what the press do
We'll rob ya mans and then tell him go get you

Niggas is pussy I heard that boy sniffle
If he here crying imagine what you'll do

Holy gon snatch Ya wig back he a loose screw
Beat up the Nani got moves like Jujutsu

Talkin tough keep up the act when we spin too
Holy go dumb yeah I heard that boy mental

Letting shit fly Cuz that boy in the gym too
Smoking on big spliffs Yall rolling up pencils

They can't beat me tell them niggas I sent you
Watch Ya mouth glocky gon fix up Ya dental

Cotton mouth spliffs got me looking like them too
Thirsty niggas they been feenin' for friends too

They bitch popping pussy shawty I bent you
(Hold on)
(Wait)

And my niggas is cutthroat
So when we step watch for the blunt smoke

Clap behind me and he letting guns blow
On my life if you run up you get smoked

Told Y'all lil niggas best stay ten toes
Crippy got rockets must Wanna explode

If we got it then we cannot rumble
Cuz

I got a pack in the back
Run up get whacked

40 on me I don't know how to act
Beam jawn a demon attachments attached

This shit hit Ya temple Ya body collapse
I sip on Henny I'm good on the wock

Talking that shit think Yall boys need to stop
Cuz my tugs really like that they feen to send shots

Got no knocks we could fight back don't mind if we box

Like I got the plot
Don't move too hot

I got on shades when I'm up in the spot
Told Sykes toss me the grip seen that boy in the lot

Give a fuck who you be speak on me you'll get got

40 on me leave Em leaking
I score fuck defense

Pull up and leaving crowds speechless

Crippy with me he a demon
Give him a reason

Swear he gonna stop Ya breathing

Douly G gon bring the team in
Ooter from Mali when you see him better greet him

Disconnected from the leeches
We on our own shit now my dawgs running the meeting
(Uhh)

We catch a opp we gon leave em leave em
Dre go spinning in a Beamer
(Uhh)

And I'm fuckin on the treesha skeeza she a baba I don't need her
(Uhh)

Rello click until it's over
Closer
Steady winning they can't hold em
(Uhh)

I get lit the struggle over
Popping my shit until we get exposure
(Uhh)

Out in Dryden like a soldier
Stuck to the plan my dreams is getting closer
(Uhh)

Know the Tugz is taking over over
Not a Nigga finna fold up
(Uhh)

Talkin out get put on posters
Jah Cash Mari spinning in a rover
(Uhh)

If they ratting then expose Em
Clicking and clicking Til the war is over
(Uhh)

Handle sticks like a controller
Play the block so much Holy the patroller
(Uhh)

And I'm balling like I'm chosen
If I'm on court I dunk like Rell Derozan