Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Respect My Gun , by - PRhyme. Release date: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Respect My Gun |
| Competition fell hard 'cause I got real bars like barbarians |
| Y’all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying |
| While I’m chilling abroad with a broad that’s Bulgarian |
| With my dick in her jaws, giving her heart failure |
| Licking it down under like living in Australia |
| With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft |
| I score at will, but when you this fly |
| It’s either limit the sky or the unlimited fall |
| Feel like I’m living the life of the infamous, raw criminal |
| Who’s been spinning inside the mirror in the sky |
| Suspended in time like the General Zod |
| Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord |
| Pure artist, and it’s for sure, dawg, and- |
| You ain’t gotta respect me |
| But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun |
| God of the semi-automatic |
| But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god |
| I’m sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue |
| Tall-spending, living large |
| And this to y’all niggas long-winded |
| I’m getting in my car and I’m skidding off |
| Convict of brown bricks and raw |
| I keep the same down chick around different tours |
| I tore down shit before and now the shit be more |
| 'Cause now your boy’s sound’s just matured |
| And your shit for clowns, CB4 |
| I don’t know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or |
| It’d be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas |
| Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war |
| You ain’t gotta respect me |
| But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun |
| Facts, I might air you with gats, dump your body out on Fairfax |
| Played the trap, laid on the air mat before rap |
| I had the .44 Mag in the velour bag |
| Bagging bitches, had a bickering back and forth |
| This ain’t badminton |
| I had to admit, that shit bad for business |
| I like 'em bad, I seen your women friend get apprehended |
| It’s clear as wind that I done mastered this pimping |
| Hopped out the albino rhino |
| I don’t buy no clothes with rhinestones |
| I’m too refined, I’m not common folk |
| Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold |
| I was rocking Moto seven years ago, you niggas slow |
| Just dig the hole and don’t be difficult |
| I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked |
| You ain’t gotta respect me |
| But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun |
| PRhyme, ride out |
| You ain’t gotta respect me |
| But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun |