PRhyme, Roc Marciano - Respect My Gun lyrics
[PRhyme, Roc Marciano - Respect My Gun lyrics]
I am here to make something perfectly clear
Competition fell hard 'cause I got
Real bars like barbarians
Y'all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying
While I'm chilling abroad with
A broad that's Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaws
Giving her heart failure
Licking it down under like
Living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill
Killing her soft
I score at will, but when you this fly
It's either limit the sky
Or the unlimited fall
Feel like I'm living the
Life of the infamous, raw criminal
Who's been spinning inside the
Mirror in the sky
Suspended in time like the General Zod
Connoisseur of the finest colognes
Call me the chemical lord
Pure artist, and it's for sure, dawg, and-
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect
My motherfucking gun
God of the semi-automatic
But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god
I'm sipping on Guinness while
Sitting in the synagogue
Tall-spending, living large
And this to y'all niggas long-winded
I'm getting in my car and I'm skidding off
Convict of brown bricks and raw
I keep the same down
Chick around different tours
I tore down shit before and
Now the shit be more
'Cause now your boy's sound's just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4
I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either or
It'd be an honor just to be a fly
On either wall of these giant divas
Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas
We at war
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect
My motherfucking gun
Facts, I might air you with gats
Dump your body out on Fairfax
Played the trap
Laid on the air mat before rap
I had the 44 Mag in the velour bag
Bagging bitches
Had a bickering back and forth
This ain't badminton
I had to admit, that shit bad for business
I like 'em bad
I seen your women friend get apprehended
It's clear as wind that I
Done mastered this pimping
Hopped out the albino rhino
I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones
I'm too refined, I'm not common folk
Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold
I was rocking Moto seven years ago
You niggas slow
Just dig the hole and don't be difficult
I keep the 40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect
My motherfucking gun
PRhyme, ride out
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect
My motherfucking gun
Competition fell hard 'cause I got
Real bars like barbarians
Y'all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying
While I'm chilling abroad with
A broad that's Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaws
Giving her heart failure
Licking it down under like
Living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill
Killing her soft
I score at will, but when you this fly
It's either limit the sky
Or the unlimited fall
Feel like I'm living the
Life of the infamous, raw criminal
Who's been spinning inside the
Mirror in the sky
Suspended in time like the General Zod
Connoisseur of the finest colognes
Call me the chemical lord
Pure artist, and it's for sure, dawg, and-
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect
My motherfucking gun
God of the semi-automatic
But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god
I'm sipping on Guinness while
Sitting in the synagogue
Tall-spending, living large
And this to y'all niggas long-winded
I'm getting in my car and I'm skidding off
Convict of brown bricks and raw
I keep the same down
Chick around different tours
I tore down shit before and
Now the shit be more
'Cause now your boy's sound's just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4
I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either or
It'd be an honor just to be a fly
On either wall of these giant divas
Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas
We at war
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect
My motherfucking gun
Facts, I might air you with gats
Dump your body out on Fairfax
Played the trap
Laid on the air mat before rap
I had the 44 Mag in the velour bag
Bagging bitches
Had a bickering back and forth
This ain't badminton
I had to admit, that shit bad for business
I like 'em bad
I seen your women friend get apprehended
It's clear as wind that I
Done mastered this pimping
Hopped out the albino rhino
I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones
I'm too refined, I'm not common folk
Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold
I was rocking Moto seven years ago
You niggas slow
Just dig the hole and don't be difficult
I keep the 40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect
My motherfucking gun
PRhyme, ride out
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect
My motherfucking gun