respect // DIOS RADIO ft. Banco Lyrics

I got a little thing I wanna tell you

I want you believe me right now

oh, baby please

The DIOS

Did It Ourselves

You are now listening to DIOS

Houston motherfuckin' Texas hoe

(Girl these niggas crazy)

(This is DIOS Radio)

Did it our fucking selves

Make shit happen

Money bags when I open up the text, huh

Couple 'thou I don't get out bed for less, huh

Hundred drum just to keep applying pressure

Like LeBron I just want my damn respect, uh

I been on I don't give a fuck what you say

Lemonade and we mix that shit with D'usse

Hard body prolly kill that boy for less

Like LeBron I just want my damn respect

'Fore I'm gone I just want my damn respect

I'm with L-E-$ while ya'll keep on doing less

Aiming at me (pshh) prolly sitting there upset

But you ain't aiming high if they ain't aiming at your neck

Did me wrong what the fuck would you suggest, huh

If it's a debt then that DIOS gone collect, uh

Tempur-Pedic need to give that shit a rest

Before we have them boys waving techs on Bissonet

I'm a bone splitta'

Houston hard hitta'

Betta' getcho bitch from me before I dog sit her

Then I dog walk her

I'm a long dick nigga ain't no small talker

I let ya'll have the summer, I'm back for payment

She told me pull up on her, she impatient

Reupholster pussy, that's renovations

And we do it but it's all entertainment

Only for the (DIOS)

Money bags when I open up the text, huh

Couple 'thou I don't get out bed for less, huh

Hundred drum just to keep applying pressure

Like LeBron I just want my damn respect, uh

I been on I don't give a fuck what you say

Lemonade and we mix that shit with D'usse

Hard body prolly kill that boy for less

Like LeBron I just want my damn respect

I need more ends in this bank account

I need a Porsche GT4 and make it loud

I need a shorty I ain't gotta take it out

DIOS Records at my city shaked it out

I know my momma proud she fucking raised a boss

Make shit happen all that he ever did was talk

The Benz is low as I like to hang my balls

Swang wide bitch I learned it from the Hawk

Did it once and I'll do it again

Iodine poisoning all this pasta and shrimp

Off the top ropes, Hardy boys need a win

Slidin' down Fannin probably seen with yo bitch

Bumpin' Zapp & Rogers baby that's computer love

Ain't never seen another crew like us and now she choosing up

Now it's some thangs she won't do for you but do for us

You can't stop me, now I'm in Houston bitch I threw it up

BANC

Money bags when I open up the text, huh

Couple 'thou I don't get out bed for less, huh

Hundred drum just to keep applying pressure

Like LeBron I just want my damn respect, uh

I been on I don't give a fuck what you say

Lemonade and we mix that shit with D'usse

Hard body prolly kill that boy for LE$

Like LeBron I just want my damn respect