Disrespect

Lyrics

[Intro] (You're not making this easy, Kyle) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] My nigga said he wanna make it out the hood, I told him it ain't easy I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto boy, but I ain't with Peezy He got seven fake chains on, his whole neck cheesy My nigga fuckin' with that snow like he know Jeezy Seventy-five dollars for an eighth, I don't smoke Breezy She ain't let me fuck when I came over, this bitch keep teasin' A nigga reached for a chain, made him meet Jesus Brodie spent forty on a watch, he bought a deep freezer Fuck around and put a heat-seeker on my streetsweeper I let her roll shakе out the 'bow, I told her dig deeper Droppеd a mixtape, it was weak, he bought six features The hardest bully out the whole litter, this lil' bitch a keeper [Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd] Got some hoes throwin' B's and some extra shit LDG get excited when that Visa hit Knock a slice of your head on the ground, you a piece of snitch Smack a nigga with a bottle in the club, made him eat a fifth Hm, ain't nobody doin' disrespect Pop a nigga in his club clothes, he done died in drip Where you goin', my nigga? You just put five on six And the hoes say you don't really crack, you be lyin' on dick Off-White, Pradas, or some Diors Blew the opps' crib up under the porch with some C4 Nah, hit his block heavy shit, leave the street sore Hit four bitches in the past two days, now my meat sore [Verse 3: YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd] I ain't finna sell the whole 'bow, I'm finna keep four I just punched a dyke in her mouth, I made her meet floor You wanna be a man, don't you? I just bought a Glock with a switch, it had a fan on it He finna slide with a TEC, I swear to God, it's gon' jam on him Dog had a white tee on, now it got red on it [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] The opps always live in the crib, so we slid on it Bro hit this lil' bitch first, I got dibs on her I can't get her pregnant, pull out and put my kids on her Broke-ass nigga, you ain't shit if you ain't no crib owner Did a verse and paid twelve hundred dollars for these Rick Owens Booked us for a show, in the contract, we got sticks on us I'm tryna get my whole gang rich, I'm like Rich Homie I always had a bag, I ain't never had no big homie Bitch out here fuckin' the whole city, you gon' lick on her If the bitch on fire, I wouldn't piss on her