Gimmie My Respect
[Intro]
(Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do)
Had to muhf**kin’ turn the muhf**kin’ light off
That’s what I had to do
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul
I’m takin’ the rest to drop off, too)
Uh-huh
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin’)
(Scr*p, b**ch don’t trip)
30, you a fool for this one
You can turn the headphones up
(’Cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)
[Verse 1]
Slime (Slime)
The whole gang slime (Slime)
Pull up a sauna, I’m fine (Fine)
Reach in the bag, grab the iron (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Still rock the ice when I’m flyin’, uh (Ice)
If she ain’t f**kin’, she spyin’ (f**kin’)
Niggas be hatin’ on gang (Gang)
Really just sound like they cryin’ (b**ch)
These niggas bit on the cap (b**ch)
Carl Ripley’s, I think they lyin’ (Cap)
These old niggas gettin’ washed (Huh)
They can buy every new watch (Mhm)
It still wouldn’t buy ’em more time (Gang)
I pick the drip, you get slimed, huh (Drip)
Don’t make the gang do a crime, huh (Drip)
Get em’ on cam like a Vine, huh (Drip)
Yeah
[Interlude]
(Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do)
Yeah nigga, you know what the f**k goin’ on nigga
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul
I’m takin’ the rest to drop off, too)
Niggas keep forgetting about who-
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin’)
Niggas keep forgetting about who goddamn
Started this muhf**kin’ new wave sh*t, bruh
(Scr*p, b**ch don’t trip
‘Cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)
Come on, man, give my respect, b**ch
[Verse 2]
Yeah, smokin’ like hickory (Hick)
Stay with the stick for the trickery (Stick)
Pay my respect to keep taking the victories
Freddy went missin’, that sh*t was a mystery
Caught me a vibe, yeah a negative energy
Don’t be upset that I called you a mini-me
Keep me a Uzi, that sh*t be the minigun
Hunnid round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun
My niggas shoot, they don’t do the octagon, yup
Spider drop out like Decepticon (b**ch)
Right at your crib while you’re eatin’ dinner (Bah)
Dressed in a mask like it’s Comic Con (Ho)
Twelve came in the hotel room (Hoo)
I like to sleep at the Palms (sh*t)
Nut fill up to her gums (sh*t)
All in her stomach like TUMS (sh*t)
[Outro]
(Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said nigga
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul
I’m takin’ the rest to drop off, too)
And I’m a eight-figure, muhf**kin’ twenty-one year old millionaire
Ain’t got no kids either
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin’)
Ain’t no b**ch gon’ trick me out my dollar
(Scr*p, b**ch don’t trip ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)
Ain’t takin’ care of none of these dry-hair b**ches with kids, nigga
