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respek - we-g wak lyrics

[intro]
i want to start this off quick
and tell all three of y’all to stop playing with my name
lets go on, then, let’s go
stop playing with my f-cking name, period
okay, well do it on camera
trap-a-holics, drop that sh-t
stop playing with my name, for real

[verse 1]
they say, “rule number one, no talkin'”
trap-a-holics, b-tch
crack a head, let’s swap a head, or just chalk ’em (blaow)
i had to shake a couple homies, marshall faulk ’em
thinkin’ to myself, like, “d-mn, we g, should i off ’em?”
real trap sh-t
the thought’s awful, i couldn’t even do the sh-t
geekin’ off a mollies, smokin’ dutches, clutchin’ ruger clips
thinkin’ ’bout the body every time the f-ckin’ ruger spit
that n-gga probably thinkin’, “god d-mn, that boy ain’t new to this”
then his medulla split, dead when we swerved in
my n-ggas out here lurkin’, they murkin’, that’s on garrison
i got a little shooter you don’t wanna meet in person
all he know is rob, deal and k!ll, the kid does work, uh (wak)

[skit]
cursed us out
i wanted to see you
i wanted to talk to you man, in your face
absolutely
you understand me?
i knew a few places to do this at
i coulda pulled up, but i don’t thought that was gangsta

[chorus]
we don’t speak up on n0body, we just slide about it
put his -ss up on the news, they gotta write about ’em
put respect up on my name ’cause i’ma die about it
it ain’t respect upon my name, then you gon’ die about it
we don’t speak up on n0body, we just slide about it
put his -ss up on the news, they gotta write about ’em
put respect up on my name ’cause i’ma die about it
it ain’t respect upon my name, then you gon’ die about it

[verse 2]
ain’t no lackin’ on the west, better have a sh-ll in your chamber
goin’ against the green team crown, your life is in danger
i stay with the banger, no friendly sh-t, i’m dumpin’ with anger
he’s a k!ller on the net, but on the block, he’s a stranger
now go and tell me how is that, dawg?
make one call, clap your fall, shots to your face, dawg
g, i peep in french, dawg
thirty in this forty, got me walkin’ with a limp, dawg
homicidal thoughts got me feelin’ like brotha lynch, dawg
but who’s he? claimin’ he ain’t never heard of me
got shooters that’ll purge on me
been duckin’ since those blood n-ggas did the burger beef
home invasion the game, ’cause i don’t really do the burglaries
ain’t nothin’ to talk about, he dead, no need for surgery

[skit]
i’ma tell you how this is
okay
understand me?
straight up, like a man
so what’s the issue?
ain’t no issue
if it was an issue, you wouldn’t be able to feel me
i just come to let y’all know
stop, put some respect on my name
you understand me?
wak

[outro]
ayy, my n-gga
are we all finished, or y’all done?
i ain’t got no more to talk about
alright
that boy good

- we g wak lyrics

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