Respect (feat. Gunna) (Explicit)

Respect (feat. Gunna) (Explicit) - Karlae/Young Stoner Life/Gunna

Lyrics by：Jerrika Hauser|Starrah

Woo

Tsunami

Spider s*x

Yeah yeah

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The price I want for a show you 'gon need three promoters

Woo

I got the body from Jim Ellis but I had switched the motor

Skrrt

I got these bad a*s b***hes riding 'round this b***h and they all the coldest

Yeah

I just told her make a store run

Yeah

I just bought all the Trojans

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I told her stay out my mentions

Yeah

I told her stop telling everything she seen and told her Meet me at the Ritz

Let's go

I got baguettes in the back of my ring and I wasn't even tryna hit

Tryna hit yeah yeah

I told her she gotta run through the team before she can talk to the lick

'Fore she can talk to the yeah

Lamb chop I just pulled up in some food

Skrrt skrrt

I told lil' mama Tie all my shoes

My shoes

Showed her two million cash now she woozy

Woah

Twenty watches and I'm still snoozin'

Twenty

I had came up out the trenches then I had beat a few bodies like Boosie

Woo woo woo woo woo woah woah

She said You murk 'em I show you my coochie

I had to sing to this b***h like lil' Toosii

Woo

Yeah yeah

Woo

Yeah yeah

Ski

Yeah yeah

Ski

Yeah yeah

Let's go

B***h got a Backwood on her nightstand she must be f**kin' with Gunna

Yeah yeah

I f**k with slatts and we come to eat rats and I came with some f**kin' piranhas

Yeah

All this Biscotti I got in my 'Wood need somebody grow me a tree

Tree

Came out the hood now my trunk got a hood now I crank up the car with no keys

Beat it she for the street-neet-neets

Only once she got hit at the 'spinini

I feel a lil' rich this week to influence my family to not be cheap

Be cheap

I tote an FN on me call Neechie-Neech it's a Glock he keep

Duke Rollin' 60's he locked in C's

We roll in that coupe with the bucket seats

Bucket seats

Got out that mud like a football cleat

I used to trap out of that four-door Jeep

Four-door

Call up the plug and he know what I need

Know what I need

Stay on her knees so we hardly speak

Hardly speak yeah

I'm in New York counting shmoney

Yeah

Ain't the stuntman but I'm stuntin'

Yeah

Wunna these vibes wanna love me

Yeah

Not wifey and no lovey-dovey

Yeah yeah

Woo

Yeah yeah

Ski

Yeah yeah

Ski

Yeah yeah

Let's go

B***h had an Act' stain on her jeans I know she f**king with Thugger

Yeah yeah

I f**k with slatts and we come to eat rats and I came with some f**kin' piranhas

Yeah

Tsunami