Dyin Bout Respect lyrics

[Intro: 1900Rugrat]
Way back, uh, huh, damn, uh
b*tch I'm on the way back, uh
Ask me where I'm is, b*tch I'm on the way back
I just pulled up, four hoes in a, huh

[Chorus: 1900Rugrat]
Yeah, huh, huh
Four hoes in a Maybach (Huh)
Oh, you mad at me, why you never say that?
We'll wet you up, gon' and hit ya wave cap
I don't even know lil' buddy, but he say we go way back (Huh)
Ask me where I'm is, b*tch I'm on the way back (Huh, c'mon)
Opps broke as hell, posted with the same strap (What?)
On that porch, dozin' off, ridin' with auntie pack
Call my dawg, he gon' sick 'em, but I ain't gotta pet (Yeah, huh)
Ran it up, I ain't even gotta sweat (Yeah)
Nike's Off-White, ever since I got a check (Huh)
Might be tryna die if you reachin' for my neck (Boop, boop)
And my teeth cost twenty racks, might pull 'em out and go baguette

[Verse 1: 1900Rugrat]
Might pull 'em out and go baguette (Huh, huh)
Goddamn, got my diamonds speakin' French (Huh)
Red and blue E-pill, look like Clark Kent (Huh)
They said I wouldn't make it, b*tch, and I ain't stop since (Huh)
Plug tryna tax me so I ain't coppin' sh*t (Huh, ain't coppin' sh*t)
We come through them backstreets and make you hop the fence (Huh, make you hop the fence)
All green, Louis V fit', look like the Grinch (Fit' look like the Grinch)
Three deep up in this b*tch, just the driver, me and Rick (Yeah, huh, huh)
And I'm still rockin' BAPE camo (Huh)
Paid 150 all cash for the Lambo (Huh)
Keep the phone naked cause my pockets way too damn swole
Slidin' through the city, they still actin' like I can't go
[Chorus: 1900Rugrat]
Yeah, huh, huh
Four hoes in a Maybach (Huh)
Oh, you mad at me, why you never say that?
We'll wet you up, gon' and hit ya wave cap
I don't even know lil' buddy, but he say we go way back (Huh)
Ask me where I'm is, b*tch I'm on the way back (Huh, c'mon)
Opps broke as hell, posted with the same strap (What?)
On that porch, dozin' off, ridin' with auntie pack
Call my dawg, he gon' sick 'em, but I ain't gotta pet (Yeah, huh)
Ran it up, I ain't even gotta sweat (Yeah)
Nike's Off-White, ever since I got a check (Huh)
Might be tryna die if you reachin' for my neck (Boop, boop)
And my teeth cost twenty racks, might pull 'em out and go baguette

[Verse 2: Rickfrmdacreek]
Float the Maybach truck, I'm on that yerk, I just might wreck
Can't even trust a n*gga, you call your bro, I'm screamin' Long Live Tec
I stepped out Purple jeans my pockets fat as hell, them hoes like Shrek
I was down out on my di*k, I had to get up chase a check
n*gga talkin bout Tuesday on this wood I’m taking it to the chest
I’m doin' 160 down the highway with yo b*tch, we in the 'Vette
n*gga talkin' bout Tuesday on this 'Wood his ass got mornin' breath
Come with a n*gga b*tch in bullet proof she in her droppin' neck
I'm dyin' bout my respect, n*gga play his ass, get left
I'm dyin' bout my respect, spray the chopper to the wood melt
I'm dyin' bout my respect, slide the Maybach like a wheelchair
I'm tryn' break her back, I'ma f*ck that b*tch and pull her hair (What?)
[Chorus: 1900Rugrat]
Four hoes in a Maybach (Huh)
Oh, you mad at me, why you never say that?
We'll wet you up, gon' and hit ya wave cap
I don't even know lil' buddy, but he say we go way back (Huh)
Ask me where I'm is, b*tch I'm on the way back (Huh, c'mon)
Opps broke as hell, posted with the same strap (What?)
On that porch, dozin' off, ridin' with auntie pack
Call my dawg, he gon' sick 'em, but I ain't gotta pet (Argh)