Kodak Black No Respect Lyrics
No Respect by Kodak Black
Yeah that was, that was a couple years ago nigga
I was, 'bout mothafuckin' nine
This shit updated now
This shit, this shit updated
This shit upgraded
You don't even know like, what type of time
Riding in pavement
Graduated
I ain't doing no more fading
Riding in a decoy
Laying on 'em put 'em in a vacant
Yeah, yeah, fuck that Smith & Wesson
Now I got a TEC, yeah
90's baby we ain't got no damn respect
SG put the Nolia on the map
Yeah we put the Nolia on the map
I ain't tryna draw no attention, so don't run up on me tryna rap
Don't run up on me tryna scrap
Don't run up on me I got the strap
In my studio I got plaques
I don't wanna put you on your back
Everybody love lil' yah, drank a whole fifth like Saks
She just wanna drink a lil' yak
Fuck it then I bring her on back
I'ma fight first then grab the gat
I would never fight over in that
Stay down like below of the map
All my niggas foul like over the back
Hate make my heat go rat-tat-a-tat
Ain't no cheese for a raa-aa-aat
Hate to see my automatic 'cause it go tat-tat
Fully auto drum making beats with the black MAC
Nigga you a duck, Aflac
Got ya boo sending nudes on Snapchat
Nope that ain't my crew, that's family
Everybody with me knew me since elementary
Riding in pavement
Graduated
I ain't doing no more fading
Riding in a decoy
Laying on 'em put 'em in a vacant
Yeah, yeah, fuck that Smith & Wesson
Now I got a TEC, yeah
90's baby we ain't got no damn respect
SG put the Nolia on the map
Yeah we put the Nolia on the map
I ain't tryna draw no attention, so don't run up on me tryna rap
Don't run up on me tryna scrap
Don't run up on me I got the strap
In my studio I got plaques
I don't wanna put you on your back
Juvenile make you bounce back
Peep with longway, I got good crack
Niggas like hoes, like to chit chat
Face shit get you six feet flat
Ain't no turnin' 'round, ain't no lookin' back
Tried to run, got hit in the back
Fuck nigga hit with a cry back
Who you gonna mail? Kinda whack
Came home, never looked back
Gettin' cheese, I can see the rats
And I stay on track like a Charger
Know a couple young niggas facing PPL's
On they first charge, in the county jail
$500 bond, can't even bail
Pop a C-class for the label
Fat ass, give a nigga they mail
Riding in pavement
Graduated
I ain't doing no more fading
Riding in a decoy
Laying on 'em put 'em in a vacant
Yeah, yeah, fuck that Smith & Wesson
Now I got a TEC, yeah
90's baby we ain't got no damn respect
SG put the Nolia on the map
Yeah we put the Nolia on the map
I ain't tryna draw no attention, so don't run up on me tryna rap
Don't run up on me tryna scrap
Don't run up on me I got the strap
In my studio I got plaques
I don't wanna put you on your back
I was, 'bout mothafuckin' nine
This shit updated now
This shit, this shit updated
This shit upgraded
You don't even know like, what type of time
Riding in pavement
Graduated
I ain't doing no more fading
Riding in a decoy
Laying on 'em put 'em in a vacant
Yeah, yeah, fuck that Smith & Wesson
Now I got a TEC, yeah
90's baby we ain't got no damn respect
SG put the Nolia on the map
Yeah we put the Nolia on the map
I ain't tryna draw no attention, so don't run up on me tryna rap
Don't run up on me tryna scrap
Don't run up on me I got the strap
In my studio I got plaques
I don't wanna put you on your back
Everybody love lil' yah, drank a whole fifth like Saks
She just wanna drink a lil' yak
Fuck it then I bring her on back
I'ma fight first then grab the gat
I would never fight over in that
Stay down like below of the map
All my niggas foul like over the back
Hate make my heat go rat-tat-a-tat
Ain't no cheese for a raa-aa-aat
Hate to see my automatic 'cause it go tat-tat
Fully auto drum making beats with the black MAC
Nigga you a duck, Aflac
Got ya boo sending nudes on Snapchat
Nope that ain't my crew, that's family
Everybody with me knew me since elementary
Riding in pavement
Graduated
I ain't doing no more fading
Riding in a decoy
Laying on 'em put 'em in a vacant
Yeah, yeah, fuck that Smith & Wesson
Now I got a TEC, yeah
90's baby we ain't got no damn respect
SG put the Nolia on the map
Yeah we put the Nolia on the map
I ain't tryna draw no attention, so don't run up on me tryna rap
Don't run up on me tryna scrap
Don't run up on me I got the strap
In my studio I got plaques
I don't wanna put you on your back
Juvenile make you bounce back
Peep with longway, I got good crack
Niggas like hoes, like to chit chat
Face shit get you six feet flat
Ain't no turnin' 'round, ain't no lookin' back
Tried to run, got hit in the back
Fuck nigga hit with a cry back
Who you gonna mail? Kinda whack
Came home, never looked back
Gettin' cheese, I can see the rats
And I stay on track like a Charger
Know a couple young niggas facing PPL's
On they first charge, in the county jail
$500 bond, can't even bail
Pop a C-class for the label
Fat ass, give a nigga they mail
Riding in pavement
Graduated
I ain't doing no more fading
Riding in a decoy
Laying on 'em put 'em in a vacant
Yeah, yeah, fuck that Smith & Wesson
Now I got a TEC, yeah
90's baby we ain't got no damn respect
SG put the Nolia on the map
Yeah we put the Nolia on the map
I ain't tryna draw no attention, so don't run up on me tryna rap
Don't run up on me tryna scrap
Don't run up on me I got the strap
In my studio I got plaques
I don't wanna put you on your back