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the disrespect - afn peso lyrics

[intro]
(i think knowledge made another slapper, man)
i think knowledge made another slapper, man, i ain’t gon’ cap
that’s hard
double twin turbo coupe, smokin’ gas behind this tint
yeah

[chorus]
the disrespect that these n*ggas try to hit you with
gang puttin’ on for the city just like jeezy, 2010
double twin turbo coupe, i’m smokin’ gas behind this tint
without me, keep it g, a lot of you n*ggas wouldn’t exist
i’m too certified, hold it down for us, i’m on my brothers’ side
i could’ve whacked a n*gga just off that pain i seen in my mama eyes
i quit codeine forever even though that was my cope
’cause rеgardless of the fact, n*gga, that sh*t was still dope

[verse 1]
seen my daddy sеllin’ soap, tryna get it, tryna stay afloat
back against the ropes, i came out swingin’ like a cholo, bro
i’m ’bout my bag for real, you see it, n*gga, this sh*t on the floor
the timing be so off, you switched it up, we was gon’ blow
all this pain up in my body, i had to shake it off, yeah
stand on business, i’m the realest, i can’t go out soft
my dog was in that county fightin’ sixty years for clappin’ sh*t
he called me every day, i told him i was on my rappin’ sh*t
he told me to stay focus and regardless if they don’t notice
yeah, you the truest, run it up, i bet they knew this
ain’t got no love for that b*tch, don’t do no stick shift when i’m cruisin’
if they get behind me, put this b*tch in sport, then i lose ’em, yeah, yeah
yeah, these n*ggas cap rappin’
they backdoorin’ they real friends, n*ggas ass*backwards
presi’ on me all white, look like a chicken, n*gga
i feel like babyface ray, what’s the business, n*gga?
i can’t get up out these streets, i guess i’m in ’em, n*gga, yeah
turnin’ up for all my friends that ain’t here no more, yeah
catch me on that flight, i’m tryna live some more, yeah
your n*gga ain’t nothin’ like me, he like the little bro, yeah, uh
no disrespect, yeah
see this ice up on my neck, leave a n*gga wet, yeah
what you put up in this sh*t, that’s what you gon’ get, yeah
played the fiend, i ain’t never played the internet, yeah
travis scotts up on my feet, big ol’ bag when i get fee
yellow vibe up in my bed, you know i love a chun*li
better not post me on the ‘gram, we gon’ keep this sh*t discreet
i’m gon’ stunt on everybody who said they ain’t needed me
petty sh*t, charged a high for n*ggas ain’t get me on past that feature
hit it once, kicked her to the curb, that b*tch was actin’ like a diva
know some n*ggas that slime you out just for a pint of that wockeisha
set it off up in this b*tch like lil boosie, not latifah
[chorus]
the disrespect that these n*ggas try to hit you with
gang puttin’ on for the city just like jeezy, 2010
double twin turbo coupe, i’m smokin’ gas behind this tint
without me, keep it g, a lot of you n*ggas wouldn’t exist
i’m too certified, hold it down for us, i’m on my brothers’ side
i could’ve whacked a n*gga just off that pain i seen in my mama eyes
i quit codeine forever even though that was my cope
’cause regardless of the fact, n*gga, that sh*t was still dope

[verse 2]
married to the game, remember the day that we eloped
i slid the ring up on her finger, she said, “it’s somethin’ that you should know
it’s some people in your corner that’s gon change on you for sure
i know you put on for your city, but they gon’ hate on you the most”

- afn peso lyrics

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