Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ybcdul
Ybcdul
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ybc dul
ybc dul
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ahmaad Aspen
Ahmaad Aspen
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, dismiss the disrespectful, uh, uh, dismiss the disrespectful, uh, uh, dismiss the disrespectful
 They know that I'm really distant to you, that's why I'm fuckin' special
 Mixin' Mary with Celine, Glock on all shiny bald heads
 Mr. Clean, she wanna fuck me cause she know I'm pushin' P
 I'm really pushin' P, all different types of booze, what you need?
 I got my status up, I can't fuck that bitch if she ain't bad enough
 My outfit cost like five thousand, you can add it up
 Lil' Mero with me, and I know Lil' Bro gon' let his ratchet buzz
 We in the track catchin' hacks, fuck all the tracks though
 Two opps died the same week, this shit amazing
 He was fightin' for his life, they couldn't fuckin' save him
 Hollows rippin' through his body, watch it rearrange him
 I'm a doctor on a beam, we don't gotta chase him
 Catch him walkin' out of school, we don't play fair
 We might flick at anybody, fuck a dead kid
 They tryna hide behind civilians, they ain't safe neither
 His man just died, he makin' dip songs, he still grievin'
 Nah, I'm with my killers in the Bronx
 Who the fuck want smoke with us?
 You ain't chasin' n***a down, you cannot roll with us
 You shot a n***a in his back and put your burner up
 How the fuck y'all let him smoke your man and y'all turn up?
 Couldn't be us, we get right inside that van
 He was on that block, I hopped out on him, then he ran
 All these fuckin' dead ops, screen after screen
 N***a ran up on me, I almost shot a fan, yeah
 Lately I've been chillin', runnin' up that chain
 And I can sell you different bowls of all these different type of n****s
 Rizzy low before I'm taxin' for that n***a
 I get teed and me and y'all hop in that Benz and come and get you
 Better watch how you approach me, say somethin' wrong and you'll get shot
 Late at night, lyric, then fuck around with the sleep while we had to drop
 How the fuck this lil' ass five feet and he tryna bend the opp?
 Wouldn't know how Fro died, shit was easy, we just knocked
 He was walkin' across the tracks, then pulled two shots to his top
 Left his rest out in that park and get to make his last shot
Written by: ybc dul
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