Last 20 Minutes lyrics

[Intro]
(Hombre, made da beat damnit)
I made a song in 20 minutes, f*ck is you talkin bout workin, I'm in my bag, nobody f*ckin with me
(1Hundro did it again)
n*gga, it's Mr. Disrespectful
I'm smokin, I'm smokin Buddy out the muf*ckin pound
n*gga, it's Mr Disrespectful
And ion give a f*ck who you is, n*gga, I will disrespect you
n*gga, it's Mr Disrespectful
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe

[Verse]
How the f*ck I make a hundred grand off all eighths?
n*gga got three pounds talkin bout he movin weight
Baby Wick five feet, he bang like Muggsy Bogues
And I ain't never have a job, I always sold bowls
And I ain't have a bowl, but I was trappin out the bowl
And now I got the lo, I'm never runnin outta bowls
Give me a hunnid of them b*tches, I guarantee thеy gettin sold
They gettin sold by tomorrow, my phonе goin
Zombs tapped the switch twice in one day, that sh*t was rollin
All this pain in my body, I just hold it in
I'm a shark in the water, you can see the fin
n*gga try box, ion fight, meet the F&N
I know I'm safe in the trenches, I got the guys with me
I know who gon be there, I know who down to ride with me
I know who slidin and I know who gon provide with me
Chillin down Da Bottom, I had Jae and Babykha with me
That's the old days, and now it's f*cked up, but that's my old ways
We put your man all on these Glocks and they some throwaways
Curry had a golden gun, he ain't throw it away, he just kept slidin
[Outro]
n*gga, it's Mr Disrespectful
And ion give a f*ck who you is, n*gga, I will disrespect you
n*gga, it's Mr Disrespectful
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe