RESPECTFULLY lyrics

[Intro]
I don't give a f*ck what you seen back in the day
What you thought about back in the day
What image you had back, of me, back—
b*tch, it's not like that no more
I'm rich, ho
I'm rich
Life or die
It's not like that no more, baby (Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
Let's go

[Verse 1]
This for all the n*ggas out here sayin' that they smokin' me (Pussies)
You ain't gon' do sh*t to me, I don't care' bout you postin' me (f*ck)
Are you provin' you a fan to me? di*k ridin' openly
Yeah my name Doe Boy, but I'ma shoot ya, think 'bout pokin' me (Oh really?)
Drugs in them bags, neighbors think I got some groceries
Make me mad, I crash, n*ggas pus*y, need some ovaries
Streets said you was tough as f*ck, still don't think you bold as me
I'm 26, Glock twenty six, make sure you won't get old as me

[Chorus]
I don't take no disrespect
Told wifey I need baguettes
Fell asleep off perkys, then I woke up in a different 'Vette
Baddie, but ain't nasty, told that b*tch I need some different sex
Up in pictures with that same knot, post a different check
[Verse 2]
He said he gon' kill me, still ain't seen 'em up his semi yet
No, I don't belive ya, you'll be shootin' if it was really that
Talkin' out his top, like that chop won't push his ceiling back
If I send a message, I make sure he ain't gon' send one back
It ain't no respondin', we be steady mobbin'
Ridin' with that drac', what's a goon to a goblin?
A milli', a milli', n*ggas I wish I was robbin'
And I be with Future so these b*tches know I'm toxic
Move to Atlanta, first day, I f*cked a dancer
Bend that body over, when I bust, I can't stand up
Thirty bullets comin' out that clip, ain't no stand up
b*tch, I don't meet yo' standards, I exceed yo' standards
I'm too rich for you
Too broke, ain't no fixin' you
Flex with my n*ggas Bently coupe 'cause I can afford a Bently coupe
Flex with yo' n*ggas Bently coupes, but that's just a pic for you
I don't need a n*gga for sh*t, b*tch, I ain't sh*t like you
Can't even drive, still want a 'Rari
If we inside, them Glocks in the party
Roll with them demons, you know that they on me
Girl, you can't have me, you can't even borrow me
Young n*gga walkin' in Stella McCartney
I might go put VVs' in some Carti's
Pull up, I serve me a n*gga like Arby's
I been a gangsta since I watched Barney
I buy designer, I'm f*ckin up Barney's
RBMG, I came in with the army
You let me f*ck, I bet we gon' stop talkin'
b*tch, I'm sorry, not sorry
Almost got forty five years in prison
But I copped out and I'm glad that I didin't
Twistin' my fingers, I'm reppin' the fam
All these f*ck n*ggas be mad that I'm in it, blat (Oh really?)