[Verse 1: Mere Pablo]
He can't pop shit, cause he ain't droppin' shit
Put a switchy on my Glock, now I can't stop the bitch
Crazy lately, I ain't really tryn' be on no rappin' shit
I'm on some, tryn' crack a head, they be on trappin' shit
You just gotta place a order, hits you when the package land
This ARP look like this bitch came from Pakistan
I wonder how many hats we'll catch if the Chasers pack a van
Ay bro I'm tired of Buddy ass, I want another strain
Hit that block and all these 40's clap, he did the running man
I know one opp mad as shit, aha lil bitch, your brother dead
Switchy rollin' and you [?], this ain't no [?]
I could tell you what he got hit wit, it was all different gens
[Bridge: Ybcdul]
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespect
And ion give a fuck who you is nigga, I will disrespect you
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespеct
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipе
It's Mr. Disrespect
They know I really diss the dead, yea that's my fuckin special
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespect
Ion give a fuck who you is, nigga I'll disrespect you
[Verse 2: Ybcdul]
What's a hunnid of them bitches? I get 'em gone, that shit be easy
A four of wok inside my cup right now, I'm sippin' jeezy
Thirty grand inside my pocket, walkin' round head peasy
We in the middle of a war nigga, it ain't no peace treaty
Lil Mir just tapped the hips on switch and he tryn' wave it around
And I smoke Sidney by the eighth and Buddy out the pound
Qrizzy tried walk back to DaMont and got knocked outta bounds
We cuttin' cheques for them drops, that's what them bands will do
When Bandup jumped out wit the yop, your man ran on you
I mixed that Youngbull from the Back Block wit [?]
Lil bro just hopped out wit the switch, that shit start glitchin' on em
I told bro to calm down, you gotta tame the blick
How four niggas can make the weather turn to rain and shit?
He can't pop shit, cause he ain't droppin' shit
Put a switchy on my Glock, now I can't stop the bitch
Crazy lately, I ain't really tryn' be on no rappin' shit
I'm on some, tryn' crack a head, they be on trappin' shit
You just gotta place a order, hits you when the package land
This ARP look like this bitch came from Pakistan
I wonder how many hats we'll catch if the Chasers pack a van
Ay bro I'm tired of Buddy ass, I want another strain
Hit that block and all these 40's clap, he did the running man
I know one opp mad as shit, aha lil bitch, your brother dead
Switchy rollin' and you [?], this ain't no [?]
I could tell you what he got hit wit, it was all different gens
[Bridge: Ybcdul]
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespect
And ion give a fuck who you is nigga, I will disrespect you
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespеct
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipе
It's Mr. Disrespect
They know I really diss the dead, yea that's my fuckin special
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespect
Ion give a fuck who you is, nigga I'll disrespect you
[Verse 2: Ybcdul]
What's a hunnid of them bitches? I get 'em gone, that shit be easy
A four of wok inside my cup right now, I'm sippin' jeezy
Thirty grand inside my pocket, walkin' round head peasy
We in the middle of a war nigga, it ain't no peace treaty
Lil Mir just tapped the hips on switch and he tryn' wave it around
And I smoke Sidney by the eighth and Buddy out the pound
Qrizzy tried walk back to DaMont and got knocked outta bounds
We cuttin' cheques for them drops, that's what them bands will do
When Bandup jumped out wit the yop, your man ran on you
I mixed that Youngbull from the Back Block wit [?]
Lil bro just hopped out wit the switch, that shit start glitchin' on em
I told bro to calm down, you gotta tame the blick
How four niggas can make the weather turn to rain and shit?
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