Bookee - No Respect

Pull down on yo block, air out houses like a hotbox
Ridin wit a glocc, no respect
Ion give a fuck about ops
Hear the gunshots
Pull up wit a 50 mag
Invest you in a chalk spot
Then dip off to the hotspot
These lil ass kids talkin that shit
But keep on talkin that shit imma buss open a full clip
Used to smoke on da gas, I used to roll out a zip
He be actin hella big, till i make his ass stiff
Like a plank stupid, imma smack yo ass wit a stick
Pull up empty clips
You kno I be wit the shits
Im tryna get stupid rich
Nobody gon let me win
I dont care im goin in
My brotha up in the pen
Free Mikey put that on da gang
Im bussin ops till it end
No y’all ain’t gonna catch me
I hit the dash inna civ
My momma been out here strugglin
So im chasin a check
These goofys all tryna flex
Yo whole damn block can get wet
Lil demon grippin the tec
This fire heat gonna bless
Bookee always in stress
Always in thoughts in my head
I be smokin on dope
Dont lace my shit or you dead
Imma pull up bussin hunnids
These macs filled up wit led
Them bullets begin to spread
Them bullets fly at ya chest
These women think they can test
But this aint school little bitch
You’ll get put up on a stretch
Get layed down up on that bed
Y’all really thinkin that im playin
But y’all ain’t tried me yet
Bitch get the fuck up out my face
Fore i put you to bed
Keep on talkin crazy
Imma paint the pavement in red
Put his ass on a shirt
Now his mom got his head
He kept on testing me
I told em you gon die by the set
Pull down on yo block, air out houses like a hotbox
Ridin wit a glocc, no respect
Ion give a fuck about ops
Hear the gunshots
Pull up wit a 50 mag
Invest you in a chalk spot
Then dip off to the hotspot
Pockets got a big knot
Used to sell rerock
Runnin from the feds
Won’t stop rapping till the beat stop
Hol up let the beat drop
Hol up get his teeth knocked
Bangin on yo door
They be yellin bookee please stop
Y’all ain’t really stickin shit
Totin on a deuce deuce
9 Gon make em do a split
Fuck around and Do a hit
Glock got a big dick
Big shit
Shoutout ant Sav
He a demon
Bookee runnin on the track
Money got me fiendin
Seeing
Hella guap is what I’m really seein
This drip drip got these bitches fiendin
Aquafina
Really got the pussy leakin
I be creepin
Looking for a lick
I’m scheming
Steady plotting
Totin on a rocket
Why y’all pocket watching
Starin at my pockets
Anxiety gon make me pop shit
Bitch don’t play wit me
The shit I’m speaking I be on it
My brothas on it
Who want it
Really want the smoke
You chokin on it
Big ole ciggy loaded up
Empty out the cartridge
No respect I wet him up
Leave em in a harness
Raw shit
Fuck around and you get dogged bitch

Written by:
Jachob Martin

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