Lyrics Die for My Respect - Tgottorch

Die for my respect
Never let a nigga hoe me
Put a million on ya neck
Whacking shit like Meliodas
He talking down we get him stretched
Now we need a new opponent
Bullets finna put his ass to sleep like he on melatonin

Bullets finna open up his body he an organ donor
I aint never had nobody rob me he will be a goner
Chopper pack a punch but so do I call me Torch Broner
You could really try me if you want but I don't condone it
I could really fry you if I want put that shit in motion
I'm really outside if you aint know pop out Ima show you
Never been afraid I'm kicking doors if I see him poke him
Bet not go to sleep without no pole we can see you loafing
Yeah I'm from that raq where it get cold
We aint have no heat og had to go open up the stove
Wasn't nothing free
I do this for myself and for my bros
They my company
I Pray to God that I don't sell my soul
When they come for me
I aint selling shit though
Putting in that work that extra practice I aint miss those
Let a nigga know if he want static we got crisco
Had to switch the play these niggas pussy run that blitz hoe

Die for my respect
Put the circle in the air my niggas on a jet
Hundred thirty thousand dollar cuban round my neck
That's just how I'm coming 'cause I know that I'm up next
I always been ready gotta

Die for my respect
Never let a nigga hoe me
Put a million on ya neck
Whacking shit like Meliodas
He talking down we get him stretched
Now we need a new opponent
Bullets finna put his ass to sleep like he on melatonin

I gotta die for my respect
I can't let them get me so I'm riding with this Tec
Couple of these bullets get to ripping through yo vest
Hollow tips they hurt I know u feel it in your chest
Think this shit is checkers when this shot is really chess
I've been in the game so long
I think I need a rest but this Cuban link around my neck it look the best
So I gotta get so you know I'm right up next
Me and torch just fucked your bitch and pass her like a test
Pass her like I'm manning
Money came up out the blue there just ain't no planning
And quit the talking cause I really hate to fucking ramble
Causes it all about that action you go take the gamble
And tell your girl to watch her mouth she ain't got no grammar
And tell your bf get a job I heard he a scammer
And fuck the pigs cause they tried to put me in a slammer
So much money that my pants look like mc hammers

Yeah we In this bitch hot
All attention on me thirty thousand on my wrist watch
No this aint no rollie
Jesus piece around my neck
So I'm feeling holy
But I'll still fry you with this tech
Spark it like I'm Tony
Gotta

Die for my respect
Never let a nigga hoe me
Put a million on ya neck
Whacking shit like Meliodas
He talking down we get him stretched
Now we need a new opponent
Bullets finna put his ass to sleep like he on melatonin