DISRESPECT (feat. Jae, Jericho, Lil EZ & Rob Buck)

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