PUT SOME RESPECT ON IT Lyrics

Make sure if you say my name, put some respect on it

Last nigga that played wit my name, we put that belt on him

I ain't no shy shooter, Ill hop out, put myself on him

You stop hoopin' just to get high, nigga, you L ODOM

Whenever I open my eyes, that's whenever the shop open up

Oh, you got some double s come here and roll them up

We bounced out, they tried to run, but they was slow as fuck

Got up close, they couldn't notice us, but they still know it's us

Bro, walk down with the 5'7", hoodie on like Melo

Sir FaceTimed me, showed me a second watch with a bigger bezel

We pulled up back-to-back SRTs, the bitches think they rentals

I hopped out in denim tears, now his mom droppin' tears on her denim

In a SRT, gettin' brain while I'm switchin' lanes

This bitch on my dick, tryna fuck me, she don't even know my name

You can cheat, baby, I can cheat too, we both can play this game

Told that bitch, make sure you follow my spam, don't follow my main

Watched so many turn they back on me, I couldn't believe my eyes

The same ones that said they love me, was out here tellin' lies

The same niggas that be dissin' me on the gram, they don't never slide

The day Ross died i was with BFS, we sipped more than twenty lines

when them bowls land, you gotta break it down, get your scale dirty

They said Sean Sean was gon' survive, but he failed surgery

Niggas don't even own a firearm, so how you gon' murder me

They had the feds on doe ass, but he was still out here doin' burglaries

I get in arguments with my bitch, and then I doubt myself

I was out here takin' a risk, duckin' the commonwealth

A op was on live, sharin' his low, he gave the drop on himself

He came to VK and almost died, he should've shot himself

We put a opp on a shitbag, we put a pamper on him

Treat the opps like business, see him and start standin' over him

Every time one of our opps die, they on the gram emotional

Instead of droppin' tears, go drop a body, nigga, that's what you supposed to do

I lost my homie, instead of droppin' tears, I made blood drop

My ears don't pop no more, it became normal hearin' gunshots

I like to get up close and keep on shootin' till my gun hot

We troll Sean Sean the most because this bitch-ass died from one shot

Make sure if you say my name, put some respect on it

Last nigga that played with my name, we put that belt on him

I ain't no shy shooter, Ill hop out, put myself on him

You stop hoopin' just to get high, nigga, you L. ODOM

Whenever I open my eyes, that's whenever the shop open up

Oh, you got some double S's, come here and roll them up

We bounced out, they tried to run, but they was slow as fuck

Got up close, they couldn't notice us, but they still know it's us