Touching the untouchables but they don't know Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know You turn away, what can I say? Hello to you, my sweet young friends Have you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast Blind man ask me forgiveness I won't deny myself Disrespect you have given Your suffering's my wealth I feed off pain, force fed to love it And now I swallow whole I'll never live in the past Burn my fist to the

Fall in Tennessee Love I'd never let someone straight up disrespect you I'd never let someone call you out your name I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you ‘Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same So let's pack it up and move

Damn you's a sexy bitch A sexy bitch I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful Yes I can see her Cause every girl in here wanna be her Oh she's a diva I feel the same and I wanna meet her They say she low down

Disrespect me And I'm real disrespectful Seen you from a far way You was talking side ways If you wanna start shit Just know that we gon' pop quick Get the fuck outta my face Copped me a whip (skirt)

Gucci on my tip (Guwop), nut right on her nipple (bah) Young nigga with them M's (young nigga), I get disrespectful (hey) Treat y'all all the same (yah), none of y'all bitches ain't special (nah) Keep your mouth closed, little bitch I might bless you

Oh won't you lay my bags A town of disrespect The trains are wrecked The night is younger then us Nowhere is anywhere else You keep to yourself Stirring the dregs where I have laid The exit signs are flashing Dead ends they won't come to life anymore I

Now I just stunt on my own (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud Kinda doin' my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they don't on the low I'm in a race, and taking the winners

Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me You would think they got a check, the way