Competition fail hard 'cause I got real bars
Like Barbarians y'all looking like male far
Or carry em while I'm chillin' abroad with a broad that is Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaw is givin' her heart failure
Lookin' at the down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill killin' us soft
I score at will but when you this fly it's either limit, the sky
Or the unlimited fall, feel like I'm livin' the life of the infamous raw
Criminal who's been spinnin' 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 dog
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
God of the semi-automatic but yo ass bet not call me no semi-god
I'm sippin' on Guinness while sittin' in the synagogue
Tall spendin', livin' large (livin' large)
And it's the yard, niggas long winded
I'm gettin' in my car and I'm skrrtin' off (skrrtin' off)
Convict around bricks of raw, I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down shit before now the shit be more, 'cause now ya boy sounds just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4, I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora
Either or, it'd be an honor to be a fly on either wall
Of these giant divas anytime you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
Facts, I might air you a gas, dunk your body out on Fairfax
Play the trap laid on the air mat before rap
I had the .44 mag in the velour bag
Bag of bitches had 'em bickerin' and back and fourth
This ain't badminton, I had to admit that shit bad for business
I like 'em bad and send your women, friend get apprehended
It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimpin'
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 rockin' moto 7 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
Motherf*ckin' gun
Prhyme (Ride out)
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
Prhyme - Respect My Gun Lyrics
Prhyme - Respect My Gun Lyrics
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Competition fail hard 'cause I got real bars
Like Barbarians y'all looking like male far
Or carry em while I'm chillin' abroad with a broad that is Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaw is givin' her heart failure
Lookin' at the down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill killin' us soft
I score at will but when you this fly it's either limit, the sky
Or the unlimited fall, feel like I'm livin' the life of the infamous raw
Criminal who's been spinnin' 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 dog
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
God of the semi-automatic but yo ass bet not call me no semi-god
I'm sippin' on Guinness while sittin' in the synagogue
Tall spendin', livin' large (livin' large)
And it's the yard, niggas long winded
I'm gettin' in my car and I'm skrrtin' off (skrrtin' off)
Convict around bricks of raw, I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down shit before now the shit be more, 'cause now ya boy sounds just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4, I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora
Either or, it'd be an honor to be a fly on either wall
Of these giant divas anytime you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
Facts, I might air you a gas, dunk your body out on Fairfax
Play the trap laid on the air mat before rap
I had the .44 mag in the velour bag
Bag of bitches had 'em bickerin' and back and fourth
This ain't badminton, I had to admit that shit bad for business
I like 'em bad and send your women, friend get apprehended
It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimpin'
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 rockin' moto 7 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
Motherf*ckin' gun
Prhyme (Ride out)
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
Like Barbarians y'all looking like male far
Or carry em while I'm chillin' abroad with a broad that is Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaw is givin' her heart failure
Lookin' at the down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill killin' us soft
I score at will but when you this fly it's either limit, the sky
Or the unlimited fall, feel like I'm livin' the life of the infamous raw
Criminal who's been spinnin' 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 dog
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
God of the semi-automatic but yo ass bet not call me no semi-god
I'm sippin' on Guinness while sittin' in the synagogue
Tall spendin', livin' large (livin' large)
And it's the yard, niggas long winded
I'm gettin' in my car and I'm skrrtin' off (skrrtin' off)
Convict around bricks of raw, I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down shit before now the shit be more, 'cause now ya boy sounds just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4, I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora
Either or, it'd be an honor to be a fly on either wall
Of these giant divas anytime you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
Facts, I might air you a gas, dunk your body out on Fairfax
Play the trap laid on the air mat before rap
I had the .44 mag in the velour bag
Bag of bitches had 'em bickerin' and back and fourth
This ain't badminton, I had to admit that shit bad for business
I like 'em bad and send your women, friend get apprehended
It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimpin'
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 rockin' moto 7 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
Motherf*ckin' gun
Prhyme (Ride out)
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherf*ckin' gun
Writer: Anthony Markeith Reid, Christopher E. Martin, Rakeem Calief Meyer, Ryan Daniel Montgomery
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.