respectfully disrespectful

[Verse 1: Sketty]
I ain’t in no hood, I’m in the culdesac, slangin, sippin gnac
While I blow your bitches back, in the back, of my honda fit
We up to shit, no we ain’t on no break
If you don’t wanna roll with us, do not ask us to skate

My product purer than a nun, shootin my shot, I’m a gun
I’m blastin these pussies, either with my fingers or my cum
“He’s so braggadocious, and his lyrics are so vulgar!”
What these critic f****** saying, pussy go back to your father

Bitches callin my phone, they lucky it ain’t a collect call
Otherwise the economy would simply fall
The wealth would be controlled by they telephone company
Call myself salad, these fat fucks will not run up on me

I’m with my slime, I’m with my mucus
Get under your skin like lupus
Why you on my dick?
You just jealous your bitch got 3 fupas

Not gonna lie, I ran out of bars for this intro
I’mma pass to mic to melppy, set your mark, get ready, go!

[Verse 2: Merpco]
(Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh) yeah
Call me Omni-Man the way the Mark hitting
Mark hitting marksmanship I hit him in his liver
Yeah cannibal shit I’m eating his bitch for dinner
Yeah, 666 I am a sinner
Me and Sketty like Breadwinners
All we get is bread all we get is head
I just got my headphones
Hit that bitch up when I want that dome
Gotta switch it up
Gotta switch it up
Gotta switch up on you cause ion like yo face
(Uh u ugly)

All you niggas feining for exposure hold ur own or get a owner
Yeah I see yo bitch I’m about to motorboat her
Yeah I see yo bitch I make her fold like a Motorola
What that mean? I’m bending her over yeah
Sorry to tell you but respectfully disrespectful
I’m bout to up that smith n Wesson on you get to blaming
(Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!)
She got big ass titties well gawd dayum
Seen yo toes damn, nigga do you know the sandman?
I heard you shit and it sound
Lil nigga you can’t even do better with a Focusrite
I see yo bitch I fold her at night
And I use her a fleshlight
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Take it take it take it take it)
Nigga you so black I can’t even see u with a flash light

Sketty is it cool that I start going like Young Thug
And saying
All my opps are niggers
All my opps are niggers
Put them in the shitter
Ay nigga you look like a
(Oh my god don’t say it bru)
You look like a Mexican immigrant
Ima sit here and up the switch at yo bitchass
I wanna see that fat nigga run fast
Hey yo bitch don’t love you cause you cum fast
I hate to break it to you
Nigga I wanna see you die
I wanna see you commit Kamikaze, ay
Nigga we smoking on yo grandma
Me and Sketty smokin on yo fuckin grandma nigga
I got a lot of bars but not more
Then your homie in that fucking jail cell
I wanna see him rot
You needa die like XXX
You needa die like Juice Wrld
You needa die like Kobe Bryant
You needa die like uh, uh
You needa die like Kurt Cobain
You needa die like “it’s such a shame”
(Man-)

[Verse 3: Sketty]
Shut the fuck up and finish your verse
When I go back for round 2, I ensure you’re in a hearse
Ain’t gotta have a race, we know who gonna be first
Tay-K his brain, hit his homeboy wit my purse

Cut the 808 so you can hear me clear
I’ll blow this faggot like I am a queer
Simply told, you’re involuntarily celibate
Like I said, I ain’t just set the bar, pussy I’m ahead of it

Record in a few takes, I ain’t got the breath
To be spitting this fast for longer than a sec
Respectfully disrespectful, name of this track
I don’t fuck wit you… like…

I’ll smoke all you (eeh) like you in the bowl
I ain’t Armand Duplantis, but I’ll still up the pole
Tote bag on my hip like a holster, let’s go
Your “heat” on a track like a toaster on low (Like what the-)

Fuck are you on my dick for? Only 4 inches to go around
My girl love me so much, she’ll slam a hoe head in the ground
Your girl thinks you smell like mulch, she thinks your nails look like Chris Brown
So much dirt under your fingernails, you could tell on the whole town

“Bite your tongue ‘fore I cut it off”
Brodie thinks that was tuff, but it made my slime scoff
Said that to me after I spit the truth
Told on me to the office, and I just went straight through

AIn’t even get in trouble cus I’m honest like Keem
D asked me what happened, I told it how it seemed
Say some shit again, don’t be surprised when I bust your lip
Addicted to trouble, like a nic fiend with a dip

Slow the beat down, got me feelin braggadocious
Got me thinkin I’m dressed nice, but the fit be real atrocious
Mismatched socks, untied shoes, that’s the motif
Call me Brian Garin, I’m rollin with Konig

Resellin packs of backwood-wrapped up kush
Reskinning them, label them “The Devil’s Bush”
I’m connin the thieves, in a Stack and Smoke mood
Cus my girl bites my neck, and my girl wants this wood

I’m respectfully disrespectful, do not be thinkin otherwise
I only spit the truth bout frauds, I ain’t neva tell no lies
Well maybe once or twice, but those are the only times
If I don’t like you, go get mauled by wolves, thats how it seems in my eyes

I’m respectfully disrespectful, do not be thinkin otherwise
Find out the truth bout errything, like i work for CSI
My blood red and mind true, I ain’t neva tellin lies
My mind true and blood red, no artificial dyes