Casey Veggies - Disrespectful lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Cobain] f** rappers, f** your entourage and your b**h f** your flow and your fashion, you can't f** with this f** 'em all, k** 'em all what's on my bucket list Morgan Freeman couldn't f** with this This equivalent to ignorant sh** (?) And thirty thirty two's will give you sixteen's of problem yeah And if you know that age I might f** her too, f** is you? And we never swear Yo (?) I heard you singing, Ne-Yo And that'll get you more than a stitch, it gets you repo'd (?) CEO, flow below zero' We don't want your verse we need a hearse and a limo Cause they're all dead to me, n***as look scared to me And you looking sweet, who the f** is y'all, Terrelle(?) Y'all can't stop comparing me, couple b**hes sharing me Ask about the flow and n***a I'm a (?) Me and Casey Veggies right on Crenshaw Bout to cop the Backwood he's stopping at the Wingstop The best Virginia rapper's Pusha T, I could've been in the Clipse And if I wasn't chasing money, could've been in your b**h I ain't sweating all these rappers dropping every six months Yeah it's aight, (?) n***a I'm pac head of month, watch 'em drop, pick 'em up We got your baby mama speaking like the first of the month I like the end of my blunt, I'm not giving a f** We not saying you n***as nice, we only listen to us, hold up Rappers stealing styles, sitting up the Mr. (?) I was writing this verse when I was bout to move my (?) I'm defecating on your microphones You (?) I'm on Al Capone They put me on, I put my n***as on, that's how it's supposed to be And tell the players stop coaching me I'm uncoachable, I ain't trying to talk I ain't sociable Disrespectful as f**, got my Louis on your sofa too Uh, Tell that b**h to get that head up And tell that lables get that bread up n***a [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] f** your swag you ain't got it cause I'm the creator I put your b**h up on the block, she gon' bring me that paper Talking this sh** so high we had to remade it These rappers swear they got their spot but I'm coming to take it Shout out the whole DMV These hoes call me young CV she moaning for me on repeat (?) running at these n***as tell you (?) Like how this little boy so nice, they treat me like LeBron Hate me when I'm gone but they love me when I be dropping bombs Japanese jeans, Peas and Carrots yeah I got it on Thinking of a rapper you can f** with, man I'm not the one That's the red case cause all these n***as my older son Hold the gun, I got it with all (?) See dropping football players, she poppin' for all tits f** her then I bring it at (?) (?) Crime, no arrest I got away with the money time to hide out I got away with your honey time to ride out She topless at the crib talkin' like this her (?) I said baby you're right 'till you get timed out I sip the back to rehab like Amy Winehouse Rest in peace to that, please excuse my feature raps Yeah I love that p**y eating like (?) Hit it from the back and then I put it in a freezer pack I said I wanna (?) and a piece of that And if I really want it then you know I'm keeping that Bring your A-games with your flow, pop sh** You say you got the key to the game, I got the lockpick