Текст песни Put Some Respect On It - No Pics

Make sure if you say my name, put some respect on it
Last nigga that played wit my name, we put that belt on him

I ain't no shy shooter, Ill hop out, put myself on him
You stop hoopin' just to get high, nigga, you L ODOM
Whenever I open my eyes, that's whenever the shop open up
Oh, you got some double s come here and roll them up

We bounced out, they tried to run, but they was slow as fuck
Got up close, they couldn't notice us, but they still know it's us
Bro, walk down with the 5'7", hoodie on like Melo
Sir FaceTimed me, showed me a second watch with a bigger bezel

We pulled up back-to-back SRTs, the bitches think they rentals
I hopped out in denim tears, now his mom droppin' tears on her denim
In a SRT, gettin' brain while I'm switchin' lanes
This bitch on my dick, tryna fuck me, she don't even know my name

You can cheat, baby, I can cheat too, we both can play this game
Told that bitch, make sure you follow my spam, don't follow my main
Watched so many turn they back on me, I couldn't believe my eyes
The same ones that said they love me, was out here tellin' lies

The same niggas that be dissin' me on the gram, they don't never slide
The day Ross died i was with BFS, we sipped more than twenty lines
When them bowls land, you gotta break it down, get your scale dirty
They said Sean Sean was gon' survive, but he failed surgery

Niggas don't even own a firearm, so how you gon' murder me
They had the feds on doe ass, but he was still out here doin' burglaries
I get in arguments with my bitch, and then I doubt myself
I was out here takin' a risk, duckin' the commonwealth

A op was on live, sharin' his low, he gave the drop on himself
He came to VK and almost died, he should've shot himself
We put a opp on a shitbag, we put a pamper on him
Treat the opps like business, see him and start standin' over him

Every time one of our opps die, they on the gram emotional
Instead of droppin' tears, go drop a body, nigga, that's what you supposed to do
I lost my homie, instead of droppin' tears, I made blood drop
My ears don't pop no more, it became normal hearin' gunshots

I like to get up close and keep on shootin' till my gun hot
We troll Sean Sean the most because this bitch-ass died from one shot
Make sure if you say my name, put some respect on it
Last nigga that played with my name, we put that belt on him

I ain't no shy shooter, Ill hop out, put myself on him
You stop hoopin' just to get high, nigga, you L. ODOM
Whenever I open my eyes, that's whenever the shop open up
Oh, you got some double S's, come here and roll them up

We bounced out, they tried to run, but they was slow as fuck
Got up close, they couldn't notice us, but they still know it's us