Dyin Bout Respect Lyrics – 1900Rugrat

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[Chours: 1900Rugrat]
Four hoes in a Maybach oh you mad at me, why you never say that
We’ll wet you up gone and hit ya wave cap
I don’t even know little buddy, but he say we go way back
Ask me where I’m is b!tch, I’m on the way back
Opps broke as hell posted with the same strap
On that porch, dozing off right where Auntie pack
Call my dog, he gon’ sick em, but I ain’t gotta pet
Ran it up I ain’t even gotta sweat
Nike’s off-white ever since I got a check
Might be tryna die if you reaching for my neck
And my teeth cost 20 racks might pull em out and go Piguet

[Verse 1: 1900Rugrat]
Might pull em out and go Piguet
Goddamn, got my diamonds speaking French
Red and blue E-pill, look like Clark Kent
They said I wouldn’t make it, b!tch and I ain’t stop since
Plug tryna tax me so I ain’t copping s*it
We come through them backstreets and make em hop the fence
All green Louis V fit, look like the Grinch
Three deep up in this b!tch, just the driver, me and Rick
And I’m still rocking BAPE camo
Paid 150 all cash for the Lambo
Keep the phone naked cause my pockets way too damn swole
Sliding through the city, they still acting like I can’t go

[Chours: 1900Rugrat]
Four hoes in a Maybach oh you mad at me, why you never say that
We’ll wet you up gone and hit ya wave cap
I don’t even know little buddy, but he say we go way back
Ask me where I’m is b!tch, I’m on the way back
Opps broke as hell posted with the same strap
On that porch, dozing off right where Auntie pack
Call my dog, he gon’ sick em, but I ain’t gotta pet
Ran it up I ain’t even gotta sweat
Nike’s off-white ever since I got a check

Might be tryna die if you reaching for my neck
And my teeth cost 20 racks might pull em out and go Piguet

[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 screaming Long Live Tec
I stepped out Purple jeans my pockets fat as hell, them hoes like Shrek
I was down out on my d!ck, 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 doing 160 down the highway with yo b!tch, we in the ‘vette
N!gga talking bout Tuesday on this wood his ass got morning breath
Come with a n!gga b!tch in bullet proof she in her dropping neck
I’m dying bout my respect, n!gga play his ass, get left
I’m dying bout my respect, spray the chopper to the wood melt
I’m dying bout my respect, slide the Maybach like a wheelchair
I’m tryn’ break her back, I’ma fu*k that b!tch and pull her hair

[Chours: 1900Rugrat]
Four hoes in a Maybach oh you mad at me, why you never say that
We’ll wet you up gone and hit ya wave cap
I don’t even know little buddy, but he say we go way back
Ask me where I’m is b!tch, I’m on the way back
Opps broke as hell posted with the same strap
On that porch, dozing off right where Auntie pack
Call my dog, he gon’ sick em, but I ain’t gotta pet