Lyrics DISRESPECT (feat. Jae, Jericho, Lil EZ & Rob Buck) - FLEAU

Pulled up to Mercedes, told 'em put me in the usual
Brand new GTS, the black series so it's super low
She told me that she love me but the feeling isn't mutual
Diamonds on my wrist gonna blind 'em fucking up the cuticles
They thinking that I'm stupid though
I'm stupid high, when I pull up got 'em stooping low
Just for a bag, they can't put me in a cubicle
I had to let the stick talk but I ain't Future though
The diamonds on the presidential shit is beautiful

I gotta keep the heat
34 just like the Greek
And it's fucking dame time when my shooters start to freak
I ain't talking about the Bucks when I throw money in her sheets
And she told me come and fuck her but I'm vibing on the beat, listen

Aye, we ain't wanna hear you talking shit
Pull up all black and then we catch him like a disc
Check the serial, Special K on my switch (aye aye)
Just another late night with my bitch aye
Like I'm Drake and Lil Boat
Bitch is talking shit there must be something in your throat
All you think about is pussy when there's money on the floor
Fucking butterfly the way I open up a door
Aye fucking double time, I stay away from the hoes
It's the middle of the Summer, had to cop another coat
Middle of the Summer and she looking for the snow
Just another line the way she playing with her nose
Aye ride another line at how she playing with my dick
Double up the double cup and I put double on my bitch
And I ain't talking about a cracker when I check into the Ritz
And I ain't talking about a lollipop but we just hit a lick
And I think I'm going blind, I had to cop another stick
We dropped another hit, I got another Audemars Piguet just for my other wrist
She asking for a picture in the whip, but saw it on her story
Kicked her out that shit and got her walking to the crib
Come correct when I deliver product
Talking about the music, don't confuse it, all the feds is watching
IRS is tweaking when they peeping all this shit I'm copping
I was eating Cane's now it's Benihana's
They can't even print out my receipt there's way too many commas on 'em
I don't like that Louis but this Fendi not a problem
Why you acting like you knew me, you ain't met me, not my brother
Moving hella safe don't need to empty out the choppers
I was raised the proper way, I'm saying thank you to my father
Knew I had to grind, I'm saying thank you to my momma
I just copped another Rollie, saying thank you to my bread
I don't even mean to flaunt it, please don't take it to the head

Yeah I step up on the beat like I step up in the Stu'
And I step up in the whip and I'm stepping with my crew
You can call me Sergeant Pepper, I'm like Ringo with the Lonely Hearts
You look in my garage and you only seeing foreign cars
I'm smoking foreign weed, got me feeling like I'm on Mars
It's Lil EZ back from behind bars
Back to school then back to back, we going back to bars
I pull up in the space coupe like we flying back from Mars
I don't want a car, I want an X-Wing
I'm onto the next bitch like it's the next thing
Jae is Thing 1 and Jacob's Thing 2
They my shooters like from way back in preschool
I'mma separate this shit like it's a play, call this verse scene 2
Yeah your bitch just wanna piece of me, like I'm Little Caesar
She acting like a Fein for me, so I'mma call her tweaker
We gonna drop this whole song, it's gonna blow your speaker
He got metal in his hip, I got metal on my waistline
We flooding Eau Claire from all this water on my neckline
She want me so bad, yeah she blowing up my FaceTime
Call that strike one
You got strike two
And I ain't do no strike three because fuck you

Pulled up to Mercedes, told 'em put me in the usual
Brand new GTS, the black series so it's super low
She told me that she love me but the feeling isn't mutual
Diamonds on my wrist gonna blind 'em fucking up the cuticles
They thinking that I'm stupid though
I'm stupid high, when I pull up got 'em stooping low
Just for a bag, they can't put me in a cubicle
I had to let the stick talk but I ain't Future though (I'mma tell a lie under oath)
The diamonds on the presidential shit is beautiful

Yeah it's time to pop this tab of acid
Yeah it's time to fucking soar into the air
Fractal'd angels lift my feet up off the ground of all despair
Let the memories of my past melt into the present tense
Future visions of our doom are merging into my soul, it's so intense
And now I'm coming correct
I see your soul been stolen, enslaved
Your blood and guts all over the wall
This glock has got me fading away
And I've seen the source more than once
I got infinite patterns invading my brain
Spiral optics Sharpness V, my blood is rushing my heart is maimed
My field of vision like the ocean, waves are pushing in and out of sight
I can see the auditory frequencies into the night
Feel the vibrations as overthinking causes heavy blight on my mind
Soul is fusing, merging with the Final Hive Mind
We doing the same shit all of the time, yeah
Synchronizations starting the final phase of elevated life
Funny how it's happening but there's still a massive amount of strife
We all the same, if you tryna divide you finna fatally die
Fatally die (boom boom boom)
Fatally die, bitch
Fuck you, you lil bitch boy