RESPECTFULLY - Doe Boy

I don’t give a fuck what you seen back in the day

What you thought about back in the day

What image you had back, of me, back—

Bitch, 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, fuck these niggas up)

Let’s go

This for all the niggas out here sayin' that they smokin' me (Pussies)

You ain’t gon' do shit to me, I don’t care' bout you postin' me (Fuck)

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, niggas pussy, need some ovaries

Streets said you was tough as fuck, still don’t think you bold as me

I’m 26, Glock twenty six, make sure you won’t get old as me

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 bitch I need some different sex

Up in pictures with that same knot, post a different check

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', niggas I wish I was robbin'

And I be with Future so these bitches know I’m toxic

Move to Atlanta, first day, I fucked 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

Bitch, 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 niggas Bently coupe 'cause I can afford a Bently coupe

Flex with yo' niggas Bently coupes, but that’s just a pic for you

I don’t need a nigga for shit, bitch, I ain’t shit 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 nigga walkin' in Stella McCartney

I might go put VVs' in some Carti’s

Pull up, I serve me a nigga like Arby’s

I been a gangsta since I watched Barney

I buy designer, I’m fuckin up Barney’s

RBMG, I came in with the army

You let me fuck, I bet we gon' stop talkin'

Bitch, 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 fuck niggas be mad that I’m in it, blat (Oh really?)