RESPECT lyrics

[Intro: Duke Deuce & Glockianna]
Check it, I got the whole motherf*ckin' mafia (Ayoza, you wrong for this sh*t) filled in this b*tch, n*gga (f*ck a n*gga talkin' 'bout, old broke-ass ho)
Made Men Mafia, n*gga
Ms. Made Mafia (Back and we know), y'all know what the f*ck goin' on (It's Big Glock and I step)
Whole lotta trippin' M business, b*tch (Miss Made Mafia), and it's a Crunk motherf*ckin' take over, ho (What the f*ck, Triple M, whole lotta Glock sh*t, b*tch)
b*tch, n*gga

[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G
You, you, you, you ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-R, R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Duke Deuce]
This sh*t here too far from soft, claim you buck, then buck the law
f*ck what you don't listen too, that sh*t ain't Crunk, wе turn it off (Ayy, ayy)
Know we going up on 'em
Play pus*y, we gon' buck on 'еm
Hard where we come from, forever drop our nuts on 'em (f*ck 'em)
All my n*ggas, we f*ckin' Macs
VVS's, it's ice attack
King of Crunk I'm back, facts, they keep on beggin' for more of that crack (More of that crack)
Hatin' on me, them n*ggas wack (n*ggas wack)
f*ck you thought, I keep a MAC
Phatty, phat-phat, got somethin' in this GAT that'll put your b*tch-ass on your back (Ay-ay-ayy)
Uh, don't get stomped in these high top Rees (High top Rees)
Wanna see me gangster walk, that's gon' cost you a fee (That's gon' cost you a fee)
I got money, plus I'm funny, so she want me, b*tch, please (b*tch, please)
Tryna get some out of P, gotta get it off your knees (Gotta get it off your knees)
n*gga dissed me in the hood, I was somewhere overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Catch that n*gga in the hood, I'ma beat that boy to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thought that it was over stood (What?) that I'm a motherf*ckin' G (What?)
If it come from Ayoza (What?), you know it's murder on the beat (What the f*ck)
[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G (Ayy, ayy)
You, you, you, you ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-R, R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G

[Verse 2: Lil Thad]
n*gga play around with this sh*t, we burn his ass like cayenne (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
So many Glocks up in the car, I can't even pick what gen (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
I catch an opp', I leave him slumped, gon' send me straight back to the pen' (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
We robbed your b*tch-ass baby daddy, made his ho-ass jump the fence (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
5.56, 7.62, we knocked his b*tch ass out his clothes (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
Let me find out you a duck (Double, double), we take you down for all your 'bows (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
I just copped a brand new FN (Double, double), aim that b*tch straight at ya nose (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
Plug playin' with that work (Double, double), we cross him out like Derrick Rose (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)

[Verse 3: Dubba G & Glockianna]
b*tch, you don't want the smoke with these 7.62's (What? What? What? What?)
Pull up on a n*gga block, now he a sh*tty lil' dude (What? What? What? What?)
Ever since my n*gga died, I been losin' some screws (What? What? What? What?)
b*tch, it ain't no second chance, you gon' win or you lose (What? What? What? What?)
We gon' stomp a n*gga ass like a HBCU (What? What? What? What?)
She gon' suck a n*gga di*k while I'm countin' theses blues (What? What? What? What?)
I'm on I-22 with these 'bows on cruise (What? What? What? What?)
You might not think that b*tch be f*cking (Glocky), but these hoes gon' choose (What? What? What? What? yeah)
[Verse 4: Glockianna]
I bet I get my respect (What you on?), I'm keeping my foot on they neck (What you on?)
b*tch, it's the queen of Crunk (What you on?), I set it off, get stomped in yo' chest (What you on?)
You hoes can't f*ck with my people (What you on?)
It's strictly war when I see ya (What you on?)
It's big Glockianna (What you on?), Miss Made, my mafia evil (What you on?)
Ol' talkin'-ass (What, what you on?) dog-ass, weak-ass hoes (What, what you on?)
Sellin' pus*y in high school (What, what you on?), ho, you gettin' exposed (What, what you on?)
Keep on talkin' out your neck (What, what you on?) and you gon' get yo' ass fold (What, what you on?)
Ain't no b*tch in my blood (What, what you on?), ho, and that's on my soul (Woah)

[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G
You, you, you, you ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-R, R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G

[Outro: Duke Deuce]
R-R-R.E
R-R-R-R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G