Doe Boy - RESPECTFULLY lyrics

[Intro] I don't give a fu*k what you seen back in the day What you thought about back in the day What image you had back, of me, back— b*tch, it's not like that no more I'm rich, ho I'm rich Life or die It's not like that no more, baby (Tay Keith, fu*k these ni**as up) Let's go [Verse 1] This for all the ni**as out here sayin' that they smokin' me (Pussies) You ain't gon' do sh*t to me, I don't care' bout you postin' me (fu*k) Are you provin' you a fan to me? Dick ridin' openly Yeah my name Doe Boy, but I'ma shoot ya, think 'bout pokin' me (Oh really?) Drugs in them bags, neighbors think I got some groceries Make me mad, I crash, ni**as pussy, need some ovaries Streets said you was tough as fu*k, still don't think you bold as me I'm 26, Glock twenty six, make sure you won't get old as me [Chorus] I don't take no disrespect Told wifey I need baguettes Fell asleep off perkys, then I woke up in a different 'Vette Baddie, but ain't nasty, told that b*tch I need some different sex Up in pictures with that same knot, post a different check [Verse 2] He said he gon' kill me, still ain't seen 'em up his semi yet No, I don't belive ya, you'll be shootin' if it was really that Talkin' out his top, like that chop won't push his ceiling back If I send a message, I make sure he ain't gon' send one back It ain't no respondin', we be steady mobbin' Ridin' with that drac', what's a good to a goblin? A milli', a milli', ni**as I wish I was robbin' And I be with Future so these b*tches know I'm toxic Move to Atlanta, first day, I fu*ked a dancer Bend that body over, when I bust, I can't stand up Thirty bullets comin' out that clip, ain't no stand up b*tch, I don't meet yo' standards, I exceed yo' standards I'm too rich for you Too broke, ain't no fixin' you Flex with my ni**as Bently coupe 'cause I can afford a Bently coupe Flex with yo' ni**as Bently coupes, but that's just a pic for you I don't need a ni**a for sh*t, b*tch, I ain't sh*t like you Can't even drive, still want a 'Rari If we inside, them Glocks in the party Roll with them demons, you know that they on me Girl, you can't have me, you can't even borrow me Young ni**a walkin' in Stella McCartney I might go put VVs' in some Carti's Pull up, I serve me a ni**a like Arby's I been a gangsta since I watched Barney I buy designer, I'm fu*kin up Barney's RBMG, I came in with the army You let me fu*k, I bet we gon' stop talkin' b*tch, I'm sorry, not sorry Almost got forty five years in prison But I copped out and I'm glad that I didin't Twistin' my fingers, I'm reppin' the fam All these fu*k ni**as be mad that I'm in it, blat (Oh really?)