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Gimme My Respect
by Lil Yachty
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(Rollin' in my pimpin’ ain't no tellin' what I’m finna do)
Had to muhfuckin' turn the muhfuckin' light off
That's what I had to do
(Keys in my lap) Uh-huh (just in case these niggas stainin')
(Scrap, bitch don't trip 'cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)
You can turn the headphones up
Slime (Slime)
The whole gang slime (Slime)
Pull up beside me I’m fine (Fine)
Reach in the bag, grab the iron (Bop, bop)
Still rock the ice when I'm flyin’, uh (Ice)
If she ain't fuckin', she spyin' (Fuckin’)
Niggas be hatin' on gang (Gang)
Really just sound like they cryin' (Bitch)
These niggas bit on the cap (Bitch)
Carl Ripley's, I think they lyin' (Cap)
These old niggas gettin' washed (Huh)
They can buy every new watch (Mhm)
It still wouldn't buy 'em more time (Gang)
I pick the drip, you get slimed, huh (Drip)
Don't make the gang do a crime, huh (Drip)
Get em' on cam like a Vine, huh (Drip)
Yeah
(Rollin' in my pimpin' ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do)
Yeah nigga, know what the fuck goin', on nigga
Niggas gon' keep forgetting about who-
Niggas gon' keep forgetting about who goddamn
Started this muhfuckin' new wave shit, bruh
Come on, man, give my respect, bitch
Yeah, smokin' like hickory (Hick)
Stay with the stick for the trickery (Stick)
Pay my respect to keep taking the victories
Freddy went missin', that shit was a mystery
Caught me a vibe, yeah a negative energy
Don't be upset that I called you a mini-me
Keep me a Uzi, that shit be the minigun
Hunnid round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun
My niggas shoot, they don't do the octagon, yup
Spider drop out like Decepticon (Bitch)
Right at your crib while you're eatin' dinner (Bah)
Dressed in a mask like it's Comic Con (Ho)
Twelve came in the hotel room (Hoo)
I like to sleep with the palms (Shit)
Nut fill up to her gums (Shit)
All in her stomach like TUMS (Shit)
(Rollin' in my pimpin' ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said nigga
And I'm a eight-figure, muhfuckin' twenty-one year old millionaire
Ain't got no kids either
Ain't no bitch gon' trick me out my dollar
I ain't take care of none of these dry-head bitches' kids, nigga
(Rollin' in my pimpin’ ain't no tellin' what I’m finna do)
Had to muhfuckin' turn the muhfuckin' light off
That's what I had to do
(Keys in my lap) Uh-huh (just in case these niggas stainin')
(Scrap, bitch don't trip 'cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)
You can turn the headphones up
Slime (Slime)
The whole gang slime (Slime)
Pull up beside me I’m fine (Fine)
Reach in the bag, grab the iron (Bop, bop)
Still rock the ice when I'm flyin’, uh (Ice)
If she ain't fuckin', she spyin' (Fuckin’)
Niggas be hatin' on gang (Gang)
Really just sound like they cryin' (Bitch)
These niggas bit on the cap (Bitch)
Carl Ripley's, I think they lyin' (Cap)
These old niggas gettin' washed (Huh)
They can buy every new watch (Mhm)
It still wouldn't buy 'em more time (Gang)
I pick the drip, you get slimed, huh (Drip)
Don't make the gang do a crime, huh (Drip)
Get em' on cam like a Vine, huh (Drip)
Yeah
(Rollin' in my pimpin' ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do)
Yeah nigga, know what the fuck goin', on nigga
Niggas gon' keep forgetting about who-
Niggas gon' keep forgetting about who goddamn
Started this muhfuckin' new wave shit, bruh
Come on, man, give my respect, bitch
Yeah, smokin' like hickory (Hick)
Stay with the stick for the trickery (Stick)
Pay my respect to keep taking the victories
Freddy went missin', that shit was a mystery
Caught me a vibe, yeah a negative energy
Don't be upset that I called you a mini-me
Keep me a Uzi, that shit be the minigun
Hunnid round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun
My niggas shoot, they don't do the octagon, yup
Spider drop out like Decepticon (Bitch)
Right at your crib while you're eatin' dinner (Bah)
Dressed in a mask like it's Comic Con (Ho)
Twelve came in the hotel room (Hoo)
I like to sleep with the palms (Shit)
Nut fill up to her gums (Shit)
All in her stomach like TUMS (Shit)
(Rollin' in my pimpin' ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said nigga
And I'm a eight-figure, muhfuckin' twenty-one year old millionaire
Ain't got no kids either
Ain't no bitch gon' trick me out my dollar
I ain't take care of none of these dry-head bitches' kids, nigga
