Lyrics

Check it I got the whole motherfucking mafia (Ayoza, you wrong for this shit) Family in this bitch, nigga (fuck a nigga talking 'bout, old broke ass hoe) Made me a mafia, nigga Ms. Made Mafia (bad, that we know) Y'all know what the fuck goin' on (Big Glock, it's when I step) Whole lotta trippin' in this bitch (Miss Made Mafia) And it's a crunk motherfucking takeover, hoe (what the fuck! Bitch) Bitch, nigga You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G (ayy, ayy) This shit here too far from soft Claim you buck, then buck the law Fuck what you don't listen to, that shit ain't crunk, we turn it off (ayy, ayy) Know we going up on 'em Play pussy, we gon' buck on 'em Hard where we come from, forever drop our nuts on 'em (fuck 'em) All my niggas we're fucking MACS VVS's, ice attack King of Crunk I'm back, facts They keep on begging for more of that crack (more of that crack) Hating on me, them niggas wack (niggas wack) Fuck you thought, I keep a MAC Phatty, phat-phat, got some in this gat That'll put your bitch ass on your back (ay-ay-ayy) Uh, don't get stomped in these high top Rees (high top Rees) Wanna see me gangsta walk, that's gon' cost you a fee (cost you a fee) I got money, plus I'm funny, so she want me, bitch, please (bitch, please) Tryna get some out a P, gotta get it off your knees (gotta get it off your knees) Nigga dissed me in the hood, I was somewhere overseas (yeah, yeah) Catch that nigga in the hood, I'ma beat that boy to sleep (yeah, yeah, yeah) Thought that it was overstood (what?), that I'm a motherfuckin' G (what?) If it come from Ayoza (what?), you know it's murder on the beat (what the fuck!) You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G Nigga play around with this shit, we burn his ass like cayenne So many Glocks up in the car, I can't even pick what gen I catch a opp, I leave him slump, don't send me straight back to the pen We robbed your bitch ass baby daddy, made his hoe ass jump the fence 5.56, 7.62, we knocked his bitch ass out his clothes Let me find out you a duck, we take you down for all ya 'bows I just copped a brand-new FN, aim that bitch straight at ya nose Plug playin' with that work, we cross him out like Derrick Rose Bitch, you don't want the smoke with these 7.62's Pull up on a nigga block, now he a shitty lil' dude Ever since my nigga died, I been losing some screws Bitch it ain't no second chance, you gon' win or you lose We gone stomp a nigga ass like a HBCU She gon' suck a nigga dick while I'm counting theses blues I'm on I-22 with these 'bows on cruise You might not think that bitch be fucking (Glocky) But these hoes gon' choose I bet I get my respect (what you on?) I'm keeping my foot on they neck (what you on?) Bitch it's the queen of crunk, I set it off, get stomped in yo' chest You hoes can't fuck with my people (what you on?) It's strictly war when I see ya It's big Glockianna, Miss Made, my mafia evil (what you on?) Ol' talkin'-ass, dog-ass, weak-ass hoes Selling pussy in high school, hoe, you getting exposed Keep on talking out your neck, you gon' get yo' ass fold Ain't no bitch in my blood, hoe, and that's on my soul You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G R-R-R-E R-R-R-R-E-S-P-E-C-T R-E-S-P-E-C-T R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G
Writer(s): Patavious Lushun Isom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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