Disrespectful Theme Song Lyrics

I pull up with French

(Fries)

He's allergic to the sticks

(Oh damn, he died)

I'm trying to stay safe

(Alive)

Had my cake and eat it too

(I just want a slice)

I hop in the air

(Plane)

Niggas is trying to get there

(Oh damn, he's lame)

New whip every year

(Let's race)

220 in a pair

(Of some Balmains)

I know you see the coupe

(Nissan)

Now you see me, now you don't

(Oh damn he's gone)

I pull up and shoot

(Record)

Cooking chicken noodle soup

(Ya bitch is a whore)

Ya mama is too

(Bitch)

I ain't really mean that shit

(Oh yes I did)

Don't pull out ya blick

(Please)

Cause my Loiter Squad going to turn you to swiss

(Cheese)

I think I'm a grease

(Dame)

She got naked in the middle of call of duty

I'm just trying to get these streaks

(She lucky she fine)

Tag on the kill feed, I just got got by the other team

(But the pussy divine)

Flip and bending her back like some pack that got fronted with no time

(But that nigga still died)

I died on a 10 though

That doesn't matter lil' nigga you shoulda known better when stepping in warzones

All these niggas they tripping

They killing

They live with they mama

They bringing the war home

But my young niggas sinning

They winning

They running their riches

and keeping the war cold

Cause we keeping it hot on the block where this shit get sick

Better cover your torso

Cause I don't know who the fuck you niggas really think I am

But I'm nothing to play with

I won't go kill a nigga but I'm not opposed to collecting my payments

Cause I'm trying to run my money up

I can not afford to be down in the pavement

I'm a roll up the block

Pick up some green rocks

And get back to the painting

Whip a corner to Mars

Sit down and laugh at niggas like we watching a sitcom

Cause his necklace large

But he ain't got no bitches cause that boy don't got no car

And my shit push to start

No you cant get a ride cause I know you won't go far

Yea he stepping too soft

Trying to do the moonwalk

But they know he can't pull it off

I be feeling like Tory

(Free Tory)

I ain't been broke in a minute

(Damn)

They call me Gordon Ramsay when I'm flipping the chicken

My dishes from Hell's Kitchen

My plate always get finished

(Yuh yuh)

Losing my weight, bitch I'm winning

They say the devil in the money

SmegolTheGod taking part of the sinning

I'm up

(I'm up)

And I don't give a fuck

(Give a fuck)

Still a villain I make bad decisions

(Decisions)

Disappear off the map like a nigga went missing

I'm part of the loner division

The drugs

(The drugs)

On the go, on the run

(On the run)

Cause I ran outta luck

Now I'm running it up

By the dime or the dub

I'm a declassified thug

I can't put a Nigga in the paint if he ain't walking round with a toolbrush

Everybody gotta get it when they get it

Got to keep it to believe it

Or rely on a school bus

If you want it enough

You gone make a reality where you don't gotta make shit up

And the time to get ready is yesterday

Cause today I'm already getting fucked up

I'm gone