Disrespectful Yungins lyrics

[Intro: Yung Threat]
Yung Threat the war vet n*gga
Long live the men, free the men
In the name of Q I step
You b*tch-n*ggas know how I'm coming
I'm a disrespectful younging
Hey Tall Wall (This a Anti beat)
Free the Wops, free Savage, free Giz n*gga
Free Earz (This is Petro Gang)

[Verse: Yung Threat & Baby Jamo]
I'm seventeen and too deep in the street
Got my face card n*gga, from blowing my heat
Put that money on his head, get him gone in a week
I'll spin in your hood, man that sh*t too sweet
It's a trick or treat, I'm f*cking with Tall, he be blowing his heat
On Ahk, you know he'll real deal creep
I been bumping Ks, who the f*ck is KP?
I get too mad, I'ma go up the street
I don't ever get tired, I've been spinning all week
It's a car, wе gon' go up the 8 or the G, we gon' go up thе G, we gon' hop out the Jeep
I've been spinning for weeks and I still ain't seen [?]
Catch a oldhead n*gga, I'ma blow off his knee
My tre Five-seveN got dirty as sh*t, had to empty a clip on a b*tch-n*gga rip
Stop playing, you know I be spinning your rip
Got to change up my walk 'cause a b*tch-n*gga tip
I crack his lil' brother, he calling it quits
He calling my phone, man, that n*gga a b*tch (Ha)
I done did a lot of sh*t, man I just can't tip
The Feds on my line, I go live and they blitz
I'm going broke, 'bout to go jacking at Bliss
I just signed me a distro, thinking 'bout taking a trip
Double O on my right, I got Earz on my left
Long live Swipey, I'ma catch him at Jeff
I'm a young sh*t starter, I ain't got no respect
I catch a lawyer, take the chain off his neck
In the hood I'm a young war vet, in the streets I'm a threat
I catch a Picasso, I'm tapping that blatt
Hey Tall, On Ahk we the ones in the city that [?]
Hey Tall, hey Wall
Yeah, we coming with sh*t that's fully
Mook, he was geeking, forgot 'bout his hoodie
f*ck that lil' hoodie, I'm tryna get a buddy
He shooting that Drac', this b*tch sound fully
n*gga can't speak on Tall
Broke n*gga can't speak on pack 'cause n*gga, they're a rookie
n*gga, we'll make their old-ass mad and go down to Goodman, smoking on Nootie
n*gga, we smoking on [?], get out of line and we letting 'em have it
n*gga, we testing their gangster, them n*ggas ain't nothing, they're oldheads faster
n*gga, you up in Tyson's, I'm busting my gun and I'm screaming "free Savage"
n*gga, you send a lil' diss and it costing your men and [?]
Yeah, I be blowing that K, not that P
Ain't f*cking with rappers, ain't doing no features
I'm from over South, uptown they're sweet
You know what's sweet? The motherf*cking Creek
I keep it the street but I ain't tryna tip 'em
I don't f*ck with no dudes, you know I ain't bipping
I catch me a rapper, his dreads missing
I'm f*cking with [?] he standing on business
[Outro: Baby Jamo]
I'm f*cking with [?] (Hey Tall Wall)
I'm f*cking with [?], he standing on law (Damn, aye Tall, aye Wall, lets go)
He shooting his dog
Go (Hey Threat)
Man I ain't going against him at all (At all man, aye Tall Wall)
Let's go, let's go (Hey Threat)
Man