Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gimmie My Respect, artist - Lil Yachty. Date of issue: 21.10.2018
Song language: English
Gimmie My Respect |
| 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 |