RESPECTFUL GENTLEMEN CYPHER (feat. CTO Chop, Emerald, Baerz, Monsieurjoël, glokkspinna, skore, Xavian, Estatic, Tuki XO & Natefl)

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I got a .40 and a strap for a boy who wants some
I fucked that hoe and broke her back but she didn't make me cum
All these bitches do is cap and I'm just havin' fun
Shawty grindin' on my lap that's not my boner its a gun
(The more violent your lyrics, the more respect you'll have in the rap community)
Ratatatatata (Pa), my choppa go papapapa
Sendin' shots like no tomorrow
Blickys a hoe, so its gunna blow
Takin' lotta shit I pull up with my gang
Scope with a red beam drop you from afar
Finger on the trigger we gon send you to the star (Yuh)
I walk in with gats and I'll pull em out quickly
Bitch, I'm cockin' the strap when I pull, it get tricky (Brrr)
You talkin' bout action, don't want it man I could have shooters come around to your city (Aye)
I'm in the booth (Yuh)
Smokin' on boof, I'm not touchin' a ciggy (Facts)
And I got the truth
Bitch, I am the truth
I'm snoozin' off poppin' a pilly, huh
If you wanna fight, lil dude get a flight, and move yourself right down to Philly, huh
It is not likely, that you will smite me
Even if you bought a real piece (Huh)
I'm the type of nigga gon' kill you for really
How you a rat but barely got a lil cheese? (Huh)
Even in your city they feelin' me
For really, G, in your city they feelin' me, yuh
I'm the type of nigga gon' put you to sleep
And you the same, but that'd be literally, yuh
I just heard your new lil' wack ass beat
That shit ain't the one just like Billie Jean, yuh
I'm off a pill, yeah, that shit a X
That shit got me feelin' weak, yuh
I'm with your girl, but now she your ex
I think that she feelin' me, yuh (Okay)
Finna incapacitate him with this stick I got
It's really got an itch to blast a laser
Bitch, this blick I got
Is feelin' hot, I'm finna grab it later
Okay, sendin' fifty shots immobilize him, then decapitate him (Yuh)
Stick on me don't make a sound
Found it at the lost and found
Hit me with another round
Watch me pin you quick to the ground
Never act up I won't stop playing
You're taking my shot now you're the one paying
Where you at like where you staying
In the tall grass I be preying
Uh where did it go behind the counter
With my dogs off the powder
Huffing glue it don't matter
Shawty bad shawty fake get the f*ck out of my face
Off the (Slatt) with my homies and we see all outer space
Pockets are fat and they look like what
I rap so quick make a pussy go huh
Pull up on a bitch and I walk with a strut
Then I take out the choppa and it goes Ratatata
Your dad is a cuck so he gets no action (Nah)
I act retarded for a reaction (A reaction)
Your bitch gave sloppy toppy, satisfaction
And my XD came with sub-compaction
I move erratic (That is a fact)
And they cannot hack it (They don't care)
They cannot comprehend why a cunt moves like Charles Manson
I pull out my Motorolla out my pocket and call a few brethren to hit a stain
Threw a pussy boy on a stroller with a rocket cause I felt threatened I thought he was gay
Drop that Glock
Don't pick it up
Said drop 'em rocks
Don't pick 'em up
Said he gon' slide
I drop the spot
Like where you at?
Just love to talk
He let us step
I'm steppin' in
Just got a Glock
I gotta' spin
Slide down my block lil' boy ass down bad
It's for the older opps it's so sad
Said they gon slide but never spin back
Said they gon spin but never did
Okay okay, call me Jimmy put a rocket to your face
Just got a brand new choppa' had to throw down DAK
He said he gangsta'?
Shoot his face
Leave him dead without a trace bitch
Hol' up lil' bitch you just want me for Givenchy (Givenchy)
Hit em' in the dome yeah my trigger finger 'itchy (It's itchy)
Rollin' down yo block with a stock he tryna lick me
When he ask me how much for a feature I say 50 (Okay)
Pull up lil' boy yeah he thought he playin' me
Take him as example for the reason not to f*ck with me (uh)
Come and try to take my Glock you gone end up on yo' knees
Bow down to the God bitch yuh imma deity
Nigga wanna talk he'll get his ass beat yeah
I'm on the block you know shit ain't sweet yeah
Ride around town in a Rarri' that's green yeah
She gon' get down on her knees yeah
She gon' pull down on my trousers
On her lips where my kids lay deceased yeah
Choppa on me it gon hunt him in the knee yeah
You gon have weak knees like YRG yeah
Yuh, pipe his bitch out imma make her loud
If he pull up imma get him out
You know my ex that's his problem now
You look stupid like a mothafuckin' clown
Like control like the one with the crown
These niggas don't know me
Take his bitch yeah she mine now
Hey, you don't want smoke?
Rappers stay feminine
I got this Choppa I stay in my element
Pull up on him when I shoot it's not hesitant
Pull up gon break his body cause' he delicate
Pull up gon break his body leave some damage
Pull up then like Houdini, I vanish
I just been rappin' like I'm finna' banish
I'm bein' good why u causin' a madness
Step on the gas with no foot on the break
Stay in my way you get shot in the face
CTO Choppa's the best of the bay
Takin shots straight to the chest out the way
Pull up I'm with my lil' stick (huh)
Make yo' bitch kiss on my wrist (huh)
She said my dick was the best
Too much on my mind so tryin' not to stress (Stress)
Your boys so broke with the rest of the money you be funny with the rappers so pressed (CTO)
Bitch I came in with a strap
No, I don't tote it for fun
And bitch this .40 gotta dick and it's gon' f*ck 'em if he run
And that lil' bitch was actin' hard and now the mom can't find her son
And bitch I'm fuckin' up the witness then I smoke 'em out like runtz
And why the f*ck he actin' hard if he's jus runnin' from the dot
He say he wit' it but his post say that he fallin' for a thot
And bitch I dare you to show yo face cuz you know you'll get shot
Tick tock
Kickin' down the door the gang jus' like the swat
Told that bitch to shut the f*ck up
My choppa sick, gon' throw up
Bitch gon' say I'm stuck up
Solo shit no backup
Bitches be fuckin around then I pull out the glizzy
If you listen to beam then you know I get busy
This choppa that's on me got doubled titties
Bitch my pockets are fat and they look like they lizzy
Hop in a coupe, switch up
Smoking it up, swisher
I heard they was talking I pull up with .40's, finger on my trigger (On my trigger)
I do not care what you on, 10 toes down for the bro's (Bros for bros)
Really gone talk my shit, (Bitch) I got money in-store (money in-store)
I do not care what you on,10 toes down for the bro's (Bros for bros)
Really gone talk my shit, I got money in-store (money in-store)
Watch who you be talking to finger on my trigger (On my trigger)
Pull up with my goons we be walking like gorillas
I am unhappy, I am dissatisfied
I will go magnify, but I am rather high
Everyone lookin' at you when you down and you passin' by
Do what I want, pull up to the place see you here
Coincidence? I think not
With the red dot, you prolly' forgot
NateFL from Hell I pull up like swat
Swat never stop any bitches I could drop, uh
Stop whatcha doin' drama stir it up like pot, what
Causin ruckus everybody lookin' at yo' dumbass
No one likes yo' stupid ass but I guess some have

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