Rsn Bam - Mr.Disrespectful

Rsn
Fuck dooda , his bitch ass
And fuck that dirty ass bitch
I cheated on three times

She still came back to me, bitch
What up
K
And I got with her friend

Right after that, she still got back with me, bitch
I'm on demon time
Finna slide on this bitch

These niggas be bummy I'm counting the money
I stash that shit away, I ain't being no dummy
Try to move funny, we leave you running

You shit on yourself, you be holding your tummy
I got the Glock, I ain't playing no games
I'm upping this bitch and I'm letting it flame
Smoking on opps when I'm sparking keep me sane
Binary triggers, precise aim
Got me a Glock, I be up on the block
If a nigga play crazy, we sending some shots
I ain't gon' talk, I'm just bending your block

I be fucking your hoe, she be all on my cock
Yeah, she be going, your bitch is a suck
She be sucking on dick and she can't get enough
Got ah 4nic and you know this bitch tucked

If a nigga gon' buck, then we fucking him up
Post on yo block w this wock in my cup
Red shit only can't get enough
I be spazzing on these beats, losing my top

I'm off these drugs
It's forever, fuck a lover
Give no fucks about your love
I pray every day to God

That I'm gon' make it, it's all love
Brody's swerving down 290, he got wheels, in sumn fast
This a hot and this bitch tinted
Praise to God, Brody don't crash

How the fuck you claim you shoot and slide
On drills without a mask
You be doing shit we hate
Do it again, we on that ass

Look, now I'm gon' switch up the flow
You niggas be bumming, you never get hoes
You niggas be bumming, you share your clothes
Put them in that frame, crop him out strike a pose

Look, I ain't even wanna go diss
You tryna make friends with my bitch
You tryna switch up on the clique
Don't let me catch you, lil' bro

I'm gon' dump the whole fucking clip
Niggas be tryna move safe
You can't go to sleep, we gon' shoot up your place
Niggas don't even got Glocks

They pop out tryna spray shit, carrying that mace
I just be carried away
I spark up a wood and I spark another then I face
You better stay in your lane, stay in your place

Before you get put in that grave
Put a red beam on that nigga
Slide thru yo block, I got Glocks
I'm tryna pull that trigger

I'm tryna make me a way
Tryna get out the raq
Tryna stack me bout like six figures
Niggas gon' slither, niggas gon' hate

I'm tryna get that pay, gon' make it anyway
I'm tryna get that pay, pay don't matter what day
yo bitch ate the dick, she thought she was gon' stay
Gang

Rsn
It's Bam
Real slimy niggas
Just lost my top on this bitch

Gang
Look, look
Gang
Rsn

Written by:
Michael Scott

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