Black Cobain - Disrespectful lyrics
[Black Cobain - Disrespectful lyrics]
Fuck rappers
Fuck your entourage and your bitch
Fuck your flow and your fashion
You can't fuck with this fuck 'em all
Kill 'em all what's on my bucket list
Morgan Freeman couldn't fuck with this
This equivalent to ignorant shit
And thirty thirty two's will give
You sixteen's of problem yeah
And if you know that age
I might fuck her too, fuck is you?
And we never swear
Yo I heard you singing, Ne-Yo
And that'll get you more than a stitch
It gets you repo'd cEO, flow below zero'
We don't want your verse we need
A hearse and a limo
Cause they're all dead to me
Niggas look scared to me
And you looking sweet, who the fuck is y'all
Terrelle y'all can't stop comparing me
Couple bitches sharing me
Ask about the flow and nigga I'm a
Me and Casey Veggies right on Crenshaw
Bout to cop the Backwood he's
Stopping at the Wingstop
The best Virginia rapper's Pusha T
I could've been in the Clipse
And if I wasn't chasing money
Could've been in your bitch
I ain't sweating all these rappers
Dropping every six months yeah it's aight
Nigga I'm pac head of month, watch 'em drop
Pick 'em up
We got your baby mama speaking like
The first of the month
I like the end of my blunt
I'm not giving a fuck
We not saying you niggas nice
We only listen to us, hold up
Rappers stealing styles, sitting up the Mr
I was writing this verse when I
Was bout to move my
I'm defecating on your microphones
You I'm on Al Capone
They put me on, I put my niggas on
That's how it's supposed to be
And tell the players stop coaching me
I'm uncoachable
I ain't trying to talk I ain't sociable
Disrespectful as fuck
Got my Louis on your sofa too
Uh, Tell that bitch to get that head up
And tell that lables get that bread up nigga
Fuck your swag you ain't got
It cause I'm the creator
I put your bitch up on the block
She gon' bring me that paper
Talking this shit so high we had to remade it
These rappers swear they got their spot
But I'm coming to take it
Shout out the whole DMV
These hoes call me young CV she
Moaning for me on repeat
Running at these niggas tell you
Like how this little boy so nice
They treat me like LeBron
Hate me when I'm gone but they love
Me when I be dropping bombs japanese jeans
Peas and Carrots yeah I got it on
Thinking of a rapper you can fuck with
Man I'm not the one
That's the red case cause all
These niggas my older son
Hold the gun, I got it with all
See dropping football players
She poppin' for all tit's
Fuck her then I bring it at crime, no arrest
I got away with the money time to hide out
I got away with your honey time to ride out
She topless at the crib talkin' like this her
I said baby you're right 'till
You get timed out
I sip the back to rehab like Amy Winehouse
Rest in peace to that, please
Excuse my feature raps
Yeah I love that pussy eating like
Hit it from the back and then I
Put it in a freezer pack
I said I wanna and a piece of that
And if I really want it then
You know I'm keeping that
Bring your A-games with your flow, pop shit
You say you got the key to the game
I got the lockpick
Fuck your entourage and your bitch
Fuck your flow and your fashion
You can't fuck with this fuck 'em all
Kill 'em all what's on my bucket list
Morgan Freeman couldn't fuck with this
This equivalent to ignorant shit
And thirty thirty two's will give
You sixteen's of problem yeah
And if you know that age
I might fuck her too, fuck is you?
And we never swear
Yo I heard you singing, Ne-Yo
And that'll get you more than a stitch
It gets you repo'd cEO, flow below zero'
We don't want your verse we need
A hearse and a limo
Cause they're all dead to me
Niggas look scared to me
And you looking sweet, who the fuck is y'all
Terrelle y'all can't stop comparing me
Couple bitches sharing me
Ask about the flow and nigga I'm a
Me and Casey Veggies right on Crenshaw
Bout to cop the Backwood he's
Stopping at the Wingstop
The best Virginia rapper's Pusha T
I could've been in the Clipse
And if I wasn't chasing money
Could've been in your bitch
I ain't sweating all these rappers
Dropping every six months yeah it's aight
Nigga I'm pac head of month, watch 'em drop
Pick 'em up
We got your baby mama speaking like
The first of the month
I like the end of my blunt
I'm not giving a fuck
We not saying you niggas nice
We only listen to us, hold up
Rappers stealing styles, sitting up the Mr
I was writing this verse when I
Was bout to move my
I'm defecating on your microphones
You I'm on Al Capone
They put me on, I put my niggas on
That's how it's supposed to be
And tell the players stop coaching me
I'm uncoachable
I ain't trying to talk I ain't sociable
Disrespectful as fuck
Got my Louis on your sofa too
Uh, Tell that bitch to get that head up
And tell that lables get that bread up nigga
Fuck your swag you ain't got
It cause I'm the creator
I put your bitch up on the block
She gon' bring me that paper
Talking this shit so high we had to remade it
These rappers swear they got their spot
But I'm coming to take it
Shout out the whole DMV
These hoes call me young CV she
Moaning for me on repeat
Running at these niggas tell you
Like how this little boy so nice
They treat me like LeBron
Hate me when I'm gone but they love
Me when I be dropping bombs japanese jeans
Peas and Carrots yeah I got it on
Thinking of a rapper you can fuck with
Man I'm not the one
That's the red case cause all
These niggas my older son
Hold the gun, I got it with all
See dropping football players
She poppin' for all tit's
Fuck her then I bring it at crime, no arrest
I got away with the money time to hide out
I got away with your honey time to ride out
She topless at the crib talkin' like this her
I said baby you're right 'till
You get timed out
I sip the back to rehab like Amy Winehouse
Rest in peace to that, please
Excuse my feature raps
Yeah I love that pussy eating like
Hit it from the back and then I
Put it in a freezer pack
I said I wanna and a piece of that
And if I really want it then
You know I'm keeping that
Bring your A-games with your flow, pop shit
You say you got the key to the game
I got the lockpick