Disrespect lyrics

[Intro]
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My n*gga said he wanna make it out the hood, I told him it ain't easy
I'm a motherf*ckin' ghetto boy, but I ain't with Peezy
He got seven fake chains on, his whole neck cheesy
My n*gga f*ckin' with that snow like he know Jeezy
Seventy-five dollars for an eighth, I don't smoke Breezy
She ain't let me f*ck when I came over, this b*tch keep teasin'
A n*gga reached for a chain, made him meet Jesus
Brodie spent forty on a watch, he bought a deep freezer
f*ck around and put a heat-seeker on my streetsweeper
I let her roll shakе out the 'bow, I told her dig deeper
Droppеd a mixtape, it was weak, he bought six features
The hardest bully out the whole litter, this lil' b*tch a keeper

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Got some hoes throwin' B's and some extra sh*t
LDG get excited when that Visa hit
Knock a slice of your head on the ground, you a piece of snitch
Smack a n*gga with a bottle in the club, made him eat a fifth
Hm, ain't nobody doin' disrespect
Pop a n*gga in his club clothes, he done died in drip
Where you goin', my n*gga? You just put five on six
And the hoes say you don't really crack, you be lyin' on di*k
Off-White, Pradas, or some Diors
Blew the opps' crib up under the porch with some C4
Nah, hit his block heavy sh*t, leave the street sore
Hit four b*tches in the past two days, now my meat sore
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd]
I ain't finna sell the whole 'bow, I'm finna keep four
I just punched a dyke in her mouth, I made her meet floor
You wanna be a man, don't you?
I just bought a Glock with a switch, it had a fan on it
He finna slide with a TEC, I swear to God, it's gon' jam on him
Dog had a white tee on, now it got red on it

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
The opps always live in the crib, so we slid on it
Bro hit this lil' b*tch first, I got dibs on her
I can't get her pregnant, pull out and put my kids on her
Broke-ass n*gga, you ain't sh*t if you ain't no crib owner
Did a verse and paid twelve hundred dollars for these Rick Owens
Booked us for a show, in the contract, we got sticks on us
I'm tryna get my whole gang rich, I'm like Rich Homie
I always had a bag, I ain't never had no big homie
b*tch out here f*ckin' the whole city, you gon' lick on her
If the b*tch on fire, I wouldn't p*ss on her