DISRESPECT ft. Jae, Jericho, Lil EZ & Rob Buck Lyrics

Pulled up to Mercedes, told 'em put me in the usual

Brand new GTS, the black series so it's super low

She told me that she love me but the feeling isn't mutual

Diamonds on my wrist gonna blind 'em fucking up the cuticles

They thinking that I'm stupid though

I'm stupid high, when I pull up got 'em stooping low

Just for a bag, they can't put me in a cubicle

I had to let the stick talk but I ain't Future though

The diamonds on the presidential shit is beautiful

I gotta keep the heat

34 just like the Greek

And it's fucking dame time when my shooters start to freak

I ain't talking about the Bucks when I throw money in her sheets

And she told me come and fuck her but I'm vibing on the beat, listen

Aye, we ain't wanna hear you talking shit

Pull up all black and then we catch him like a disc

Check the serial, Special K on my switch (aye aye)

Just another late night with my bitch aye

Like I'm Drake and Lil Boat

Bitch is talking shit there must be something in your throat

All you think about is pussy when there's money on the floor

Fucking butterfly the way I open up a door

Aye fucking double time, I stay away from the hoes

It's the middle of the Summer, had to cop another coat

Middle of the Summer and she looking for the snow

Just another line the way she playing with her nose

Aye ride another line at how she playing with my dick

Double up the double cup and I put double on my bitch

And I ain't talking about a cracker when I check into the Ritz

And I ain't talking about a lollipop but we just hit a lick

And I think I'm going blind, I had to cop another stick

We dropped another hit, I got another Audemars Piguet just for my other wrist

She asking for a picture in the whip, but saw it on her story

Kicked her out that shit and got her walking to the crib

Come correct when I deliver product

Talking about the music, don't confuse it, all the feds is watching

IRS is tweaking when they peeping all this shit I'm copping

I was eating Cane's now it's Benihana's

They can't even print out my receipt there's way too many commas on 'em

I don't like that Louis but this Fendi not a problem

Why you acting like you knew me, you ain't met me, not my brother

Moving hella safe don't need to empty out the choppers

I was raised the proper way, I'm saying thank you to my father

Knew I had to grind, I'm saying thank you to my momma

I just copped another Rollie, saying thank you to my bread

I don't even mean to flaunt it, please don't take it to the head

Yeah I step up on the beat like I step up in the Stu'

And I step up in the whip and I'm stepping with my crew

You can call me Sergeant Pepper, I'm like Ringo with the Lonely Hearts

You look in my garage and you only seeing foreign cars

I'm smoking foreign weed, got me feeling like I'm on Mars

It's Lil EZ back from behind bars

Back to school then back to back, we going back to bars

I pull up in the space coupe like we flying back from Mars

I don't want a car, I want an X-Wing

I'm onto the next bitch like it's the next thing

Jae is Thing 1 and Jacob's Thing 2

They my shooters like from way back in preschool

I'mma separate this shit like it's a play, call this verse scene 2

Yeah your bitch just wanna piece of me, like I'm Little Caesar

She acting like a Fein for me, so I'mma call her tweaker

We gonna drop this whole song, it's gonna blow your speaker

He got metal in his hip, I got metal on my waistline

We flooding Eau Claire from all this water on my neckline

She want me so bad, yeah she blowing up my FaceTime

Call that strike one

You got strike two

And I ain't do no strike three because fuck you

Pulled up to Mercedes, told 'em put me in the usual

Brand new GTS, the black series so it's super low

She told me that she love me but the feeling isn't mutual

Diamonds on my wrist gonna blind 'em fucking up the cuticles

They thinking that I'm stupid though

I'm stupid high, when I pull up got 'em stooping low

Just for a bag, they can't put me in a cubicle

I had to let the stick talk but I ain't Future though (I'mma tell a lie under oath)

The diamonds on the presidential shit is beautiful

Yeah it's time to pop this tab of acid

Yeah it's time to fucking soar into the air

Fractal'd angels lift my feet up off the ground of all despair

Let the memories of my past melt into the present tense

Future visions of our doom are merging into my soul, it's so intense

And now I'm coming correct

I see your soul been stolen, enslaved

Your blood and guts all over the wall

This glock has got me fading away

And I've seen the source more than once

I got infinite patterns invading my brain

Spiral optics Sharpness V, my blood is rushing my heart is maimed

My field of vision like the ocean, waves are pushing in and out of sight

I can see the auditory frequencies into the night

Feel the vibrations as overthinking causes heavy blight on my mind

Soul is fusing, merging with the Final Hive Mind

We doing the same shit all of the time, yeah

Synchronizations starting the final phase of elevated life

Funny how it's happening but there's still a massive amount of strife

We all the same, if you tryna divide you finna fatally die

Fatally die (boom boom boom)

Fatally die, bitch

Fuck you, you lil bitch boy