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letra de disrespectful - li rye & spinabenz

[intro: spinabenz]
n-gga rye in this b-tch wildin’
he already got his k!lls, that’s why i’ma sn-tch you, dog (boom, boom, boom)
let’s go
get the f-ck down
get the f-ck down
tornado kidd (let’s go)
chopper town (let’s go, boom, boom, boom)

[verse 1: spinabenz]
gang, let me pour my meds up (ayy)
watch what you say, you disrespect, you get your head bust (boom, boom, boom)
first he was talking, now he, baow, he’s a dead f-ck (dead f-ck)
tiktok-ing n-gga, chopper make him dance, huh
2pac, hit his ass up (gang, grrah)
let me roll my opps up (boom, boom, boom, boom)
drop the window, light the block up
did him bad, they said he got stomped (grrah, grrah)
n-gga, you can try to hide, but you cannot run (grrah)
ayy, them n-ggas might be gangsters, but they not us
ayy, them n-ggas might got guns, but they ain’t shot nothin’
n-ggas probably got in a lot of shootouts, them n-ggas never dropped nothin’
flip the clip, they runnin’ through the forest, n-ggas gumping (b-tch)
fix the score, i’m tryna up it
b-tch, they know how i’m comin’
[verse 2: li rye & spinabenz]
we got bags in the city, dope boy, smoke on his ass every day
you know that we step forward, that’s why your dead ass ain’t here today (yup)
keith got shot up all in his face
did y’all see how they had did lil zay? (grrt)
caught one to the mouth, straight out the south, we let them choppers spray
on all ten, they stepped on ten, had them cracking, we wiped it down
in war with the whole city, no pick and choose, b-tch, i want them all
walk down, headtap, had to let bullets out, they left his head there
ain’t no point in spinning on them n-ggas block ’cause they scared there
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (grah)
five percent the window, put it in my name and let my brothers slide in it (skrrt)
try to jump up in the smoke, and he died in it
know that i ride with it
bought a dirty pistol just to slide with it
tried to spin, we parked the car
try to run, he ain’t gettin’ far
they say i’m famous, but i don’t give a f-ck, i’m a shootin’ star
go on a drill, highspeed the law
rockin’ out ’cause i just popped a bar
had a rubber in my pocket, still ain’t use it, just f-cked a opp ho raw
grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, that n-gga target practice
these hollow tips gon’ melt a n-gga ass just like some f-cking plastic
they hate to see me on the scene ’cause i leave sh-t tragic (ayy)
drop a bag, make n-ggas disappear, poof, call it magic (let’s go, ayy)
[verse 3: spinabenz]
i don’t know her mama, but she call me daddy
i don’t know ’bout frrt, but mookie died in traffic
mitch died, he was rich, he had louis vuitton on his casket
bibby died after school, he should’ve skipped that sh-t and trapped it out

[interlude: spinabenz]
bleep, bleep, bleep
ayy, b-tch (bleep, bleep)
okay, okay (ayy, uh-huh)
uh-huh, okay, somebody tell him

[verse 4: spinabenz]
let’s go, somebody tell him this sh-t go to [?]
b-tch, all motherf-cking shots on me
spray this glock on beam
i’m a f-cking triple felon with a chopper on me
n-gga, we ain’t talking no badge, we pull up, drop your dog, and leave (drop your dog)
dirty-ass [?] cuban, it was free
pull up and swing the stick
f-ck who you hanging with (grrt)
pull up and spray up the house, rearranging it (let’s go)
pull up and air it out like it’s stankin’ in this b-tch (ah)
pull up and air it out, leave him stankin’, he a b-tch

- li rye spinabenz

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