McButton’s & McNuggets, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Ybcdul]
It's Mr. Disrespectful
It's Mr. Disrespectful (Mvmbo)
It's Mr. Disrespectful, I don't give a f*ck who you is, n*gga, I will disrespect you
It's Mr. Disrespectful, Buddy and the Frow and the Rizzy and the Snipe

[Chorus: Ybcdul]
We catch n*ggas while they clockin' out
n*gga worked at McDonald's? pus*y should've took a different route (Should've worked at Wendy's)
Saany in the jails, y'all sh*tty now
Yeah, I just put the banger on Bucks and made that n*gga switch to a different jail
Ten n*ggas posted up, I hop out, switch the crowd (Brr)
All them n*ggas runnin' with they hots, they ain't shoot back, like where y'all glizzies now?
I got Givenchy on my tee, I mixed it with Chanel
I bought the b*tch so much Louis V, she got more than Pharrell

[Verse 1: Ybcdul]
LM keep on blickin' on the opps, he don't got no control
[?] just might take you down, and, Yopp, his ass keep snatchin' souls
How the f*ck I still get on the plane and I had fifty 'bows?
Almost crashed the Scat, I clipped the wheel, turned off the traction control (Took off traction control)
I pulled out ten pounds right now, might break 'em down and sell 'em whole
A real street n*gga, no, I'm not a faggot and I never told
Reek, 1k, and 30 locked for murder, I need my n*ggas home
n*ggas know the word, ain't save Sid and he died inside his home (He died inside his home)
We be doin' walk-ups, we catch a C, ain't tryna talk to 'em (Frr)
Tool ain't have his tool, that's the reason him and Booka parked up
Tool ain't have his tool, that's the reason him and Booka parked up (Tool, he ain't have his tool)
Opps tryna slide, we flip the whip, the bullets hit the sparkplug
(The bullets hit the sparkplug, stop the V)
[Verse 2: Skrilla]
Free lil' 40-40-ourty, bro just hawk sh*t down (40-outry, 40-ourty)
Brodie put a switch on back the glick, it changed the milli' sound (Get 'em)
Hopped up out Amiri, put on Rick, now I feel different now (I feel different now)
Jumped up out the V, bro bent the pound and did it with a pound (He did it with a pound)
41 millimeter, 30K spent on my Rollie
I supply the team with all stolies and a couple ovies (Skrrt)
They gon' bend the block from different ways like they was Shaq and Kobe (Crash out)
Brodie put monyun on n*gga head, you should've f*ckin' told me (Crash out boys)
I would've got that sh*t done yesterday like that sh*t was the old me (That's the old me)
Doodie Baby, that's my baby boy, I nicknamed that boy Jody (That's my baby)

[Verse 3: Ybcdul]
And I got my button in McDonald's (Brr), can't go out like Bud
Middle of the war, I'm still servin' n*ggas in any hood (I'll serve in any hood)
I got this brown-skin b*tch with good lips, she look like Meagan Good
Took the S580 right on the chase, I'm out in Hollywood
Bounced right on him, the n*gga tried crawlin' to get away, n*ggas left him right where he stood
Four n*ggas died back-to-back, they still ain't react, that sh*t ain't lookin' good

[Verse 4: Skrilla]
Bunny hop in different n*ggas' hoods, show 'em who really hood
I just put a Rick KKK mask on like I'm Robin Hood
Stand on business, stood
Bro hang out the window, out the V
Bent the strike, left tank on E
I put your right hand on a tee
[Chorus: Ybcdul]
We catch n*ggas while they clockin' out
n*gga worked at McDonald's? pus*y should've took a different route (Should've worked at Wendy's)
Saany in the jails, y'all sh*tty now
Yeah, I just put the banger on Bucks and made that n*gga switch to a different jail
Ten n*ggas posted up, I hop out, switch the crowd (Brr)
All them n*ggas runnin' with they hots, they ain't shoot back, like where y'all glizzies now?
I got Givenchy on my tee, I mixed it with Chanel
I bought the b*tch so much Louis V, she got more than Pharrell