Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Respek , by - Birdman. Release date: 01.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Respek |
| Rich Gang |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Stunnaman |
| Ms. Gladys |
| Back outchea on my bullshit, nigga |
| Uptown, third ward |
| Real five star G |
| Where I’m from, nigga, it’s respek, there’s disrespek |
| Then there’s total disrespek and it’s fuck everybody |
| You dig what I’m sayin'? |
| Let’s get it |
| I ain’t gon' say it no more, nigga, blat |
| Put some respek when you mention my name |
| You talk about killers, but you ain’t no killer |
| Pull up on you, it’s game time, nigga |
| Front line, you make headline, niggas |
| Say my name, get it right |
| Whip it right, private flights |
| Every night she keep it tight |
| Choppas all at that red light |
| Heard stories 'bout a nigga |
| Keep it real with yourself |
| Hatin' on a real nigga |
| Really bad for your health |
| Mama left and they sent me |
| She never seen me in it |
| I was born to be with it |
| Came in and she feel it |
| Came in and we winnin' |
| Left out and we did it |
| Let 'em know that we with it |
| They all said that we did it |
| Niggas know we the business |
| Put it down from the sand |
| Baller life we livin' |
| Cluster diamond my hand |
| Diamond cross in that sand |
| Diamond price on that man |
| Gucci stripe on that van |
| Knock him off for that clan |
| Put some respek when you mention my name |
| You talk about killers, but you ain’t no killer |
| Pull up on you, it’s game time, nigga |
| Front line, you make headline, niggas |
| Say my name, get it right |
| Whip it right, private flights |
| Every night she keep it tight |
| Choppas all at that red light |
| Heard stories 'bout a nigga |
| Keep it real with yourself |
| Hatin' on a real nigga |
| Really bad for your health |
| Takin' shit just for granted |
| Pullin' up just a habit |
| Loud talk, you get madness |
| Loud pipes and we mashin' |
| Stunnaman live lavish |
| Doin' shit, we the baddest |
| Alexander my bitch |
| Cause every day we Bally |
| Third Ward like my daddy |
| Rag tops on that Caddy |
| Big money on shine |
| Stay fly with the fashion |
| Niggas know that we packin' |
| Every time that we mackin' |
| Uptown hot boy |
| Stuntin', never no lackin' |
| Rich Gang! |
| Blat, blat, blat! |
| Put some respek when you mention my name |
| You talk about killers, but you ain’t no killer |
| Pull up on you, it’s game time, nigga |
| Front line, you make headline, niggas |
| Say my name, get it right |
| Whip it right, private flights |
| Every night she keep it tight |
| Choppas all at that red light |
| Heard stories 'bout a nigga |
| Keep it real with yourself |
| Hatin' on a real nigga |
| Really bad for your health |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Stunnaman |
| Rest in peace to my mama |
| Shout out to my city, uptown New Orleans |
| Tell them niggas respek my name |
| Or keep it out their fuckin' mouth like a gangsta |
| Rich Gang, I don’t bang, nigga |
| Blat |
| B talk, we outchea, uptown Third Ward, nigga |
| Rich Gang |