"Can't Show Respect" lyrics
"Can't Show Respect"
(feat. Lango)
[Rob49:]
(Okay, okay)
Yeah
Can't show respect, huh
The bustdown watch match the diamonds on my neck, huh
Them credit cards match the numbers on that check
Don't do no talkin', see a pussy, leave him stretched
Leave him stretched, nigga
Yeah, we get checks like Nikes, stripes just like Adidas, huh
Tired of duckin' that reaper, huh, tired of duckin' them people, huh
I run my whole gang because my walkdown tier elitest
Elite, the game on fleek and I can't cuff a freak, huh
Lango do it do 'em, 4God do it to 'em
I ain't cuffin' nothin', double-park the foreign
Double-park the foreign, niggas too retarded
Them vulture niggas got 'em ridin' bikes just like a Harley, huh
Whoop, there it go, I'm gon' fuck her throat
She gon' read my texts, I'ma give her strokes
I pray to the Lord, he talk to them folks
I can save my bro, but I can't save a ho
Can't show respect, huh
The bustdown watch match the diamonds on my neck, huh
Them credit cards match the numbers on that check
Don't do no talkin', see a pussy, leave him stretched
Leave him stretched, nigga
Yeah, we get checks like Nikes, stripes just like Adidas, huh
Tired of duckin' that reaper, huh, tired of duckin' them people, huh
I run my whole gang because my walkdown tier elitest
Elite, the game on fleek and I can't cuff a freak
[Lango:]
Yeah, one thing 'bout them diamonds, they don't heat, huh, yeah
One thing 'bout my bitch, she ain't no keeper, yeah
My bitch scammin' cards and swipin' Visas, yeah
Put a nigga on that track, you know I beat it, yeah
I take all my drugs to go to sleep, nigga, it's a problem
I can't trust my bro, that nigga keep him some semiautos
I dig in her throat 'cause she a G.O.A.T., yeah, super sloppy
I beat down her back, that's on my bro, go into her time
[Rob49:]
Can't show respect, huh
The bustdown watch match the diamonds on my neck, huh
Them credit cards match the numbers on that check
Don't do no talkin', see a pussy, leave him stretched
Leave him stretched, nigga
Yeah, we get checks like Nikes, stripes just like Adidas, huh
Tired of duckin' that reaper, huh, tired of duckin' them people, huh
I run my whole gang because my walkdown tier elitest
Elite, the game on fleek and I can't cuff a freak
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- Rob49 Lyrics
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