Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Utter Disrespect , by - Mass AppealRelease date: 04.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Utter Disrespect |
| Whippin' in the wop |
| Grippin' on this chop |
| Mixin' in the pot, aw man |
| I be grippin' on this Glock |
| Flippin' every block |
| Fuckin' bitches like I’m Pac, aw man |
| Utter disrespect, yeah |
| It’s utter disrespect |
| Utter disrespect, yeah |
| It’s utter disrespect |
| Uh, I been smokin' green, since a teen, I been lit |
| Moolah wasn’t clean, triple beam for the bricks |
| I kept it in my jeans for the fiends on the strip |
| I done made some beans off of lean by the brick, yeah |
| Dodgin' hoes like I’m Pookie |
| Rose gold on the Dukey |
| Latex for the groupies |
| Multi-colors on the Coogi |
| I got props, I need property |
| Lucky ticket, hit the lottery |
| Real niggas on the side of me |
| Anonymous like Bobby V |
| I don’t fuck around, keep it a hundred pounds |
| This that thunderous sound straight from under the ground |
| Nigga Mass Appeal 'til the casket filled |
| All I really wanna know if her ass is real |
| Whippin' in the wop |
| Grippin' on this chop |
| Mixin' in the pot, aw man |
| I be grippin' on this Glock |
| Flippin' every block |
| Fuckin' bitches like I’m Pac, aw man |
| Utter disrespect, yeah |
| It’s utter disrespect |
| Utter disrespect, yeah |
| It’s utter disrespect |
| Yeah, check cashin', F classin' |
| Jet laggin', less traffic |
| No bunny ears, no hat tricks |
| Clean money under the mattress |
| Not relaxed, I’m more laxative |
| Shit on you niggas on accident |
| Raisin' my fist like an activist |
| Drippin' like a pint of Actavis, uh |
| Ice bucket came from Neil Diamond |
| Ten plus, bitch, I’m still shinin' |
| Twenty inches on the wheel alignment |
| Grizzly city, niggas still grindin' |
| Fort runnin', I need more numbers |
| I been hot for more than four summers |
| Prize winnin', more than five winner |
| You can never take the torch from 'em |
| Olympiad with the pen and pad |
| Passport, I’m in Trinidad |
| Boy meets world, yeah, I been a sav' |
| Swingin' racks just like tennis rackets |
| Tennis chains, Venus and Serena |
| You can seem me gleaming from the back of the arena |
| You seen 'em |
| Whippin' in the wop |
| Grippin' on this chop |
| Mixin' in the pot, aw man |
| I be grippin' on this Glock |
| Flippin' every block |
| Fuckin' bitches like I’m Pac, aw man |
| Utter disrespect, yeah |
| It’s utter disrespect |
| Utter disrespect, yeah |
| It’s utter disrespect |