Gimmie My Respect - Lil Yachty

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna do

Had to muhfuckin'…

My beeper just a-beepin' so I’m takin' a risk to drop off two

Turn the muhfuckin' light off, that’s what I had to do

Keys in my lap (Uh-huh), just in case these niggas stangin'

I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip (30, you a fool for this one)

You can turn the headphones up

'Cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip

Slime (Slime)

The whole gang slime (Slime)

Pull up a sauna, I’m fine (Fine)

Reach in the bag, grab the iron (Bop, bop, bop, bop)

Still rock the ice when I’m flyin', uh (Ice)

If she ain’t fuckin', she spyin' (Fuckin')

Niggas be hatin' on gang (Gang)

Really just sound like they cryin' (Bitch)

These niggas bit on the cap (Bitch)

Carl Ripley’s, I think they lyin' (Cap)

These old niggas gettin' washed (Huh)

They can buy every new watch (Mhm)

It still wouldn’t buy 'em more time (Gang)

I pick the drip, you get slimed, huh (Drip)

Don’t make the gang do a crime, huh (Drip)

Get em' on cam like a Vine, huh (Drip)

Yeah

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna do

Yeah nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on nigga

My beeper just a-beepin' so I’m takin' a risk to drop off two

Niggas gon' keep forgetting about who-

Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin'

Niggas gon' keep forgetting about who goddamn-

Started this muhfuckin' new wave shit, bruh

I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip

'Cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip

Come on, man, give my respect, bitch

Yeah, smokin' like hickory (Hick)

Stay with the stick for the trickery (Stick)

Pay my respect to keep taking the victories

Freddy went missin', that shit was a mystery

Caught me a vibe, yeah a negative energy

Don’t be upset that I called you a mini-me

Keep me a Uzi, that shit be the minigun

Hunnid round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun

My niggas shoot, they don’t do the octagon, yup

Spider drop out like Decepticon (Bitch)

Right at your crib while you’re eatin' dinner (Bah)

Dressed in a mask like it’s Comic-Con (Ho)

Twelve came in the hotel room (Hoo)

I like to sleep at the Palms (Shit)

Nut fill up to her gums (Shit)

All in her stomach like TUMS (Shit)

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna do

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said nigga

My beeper just a-beepin' so I’m takin' a risk to drop off two

And I’m a eight-figure, muhfuckin' twenty-one year old millionaire

Ain’t got no kids either

Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin'

Ain’t no bitch gon' trick me out my dollar

I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip

'Cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip

Ain’t takin' care of none of these dry-hair bitches with kids, nigga