Doe Boy - RESPECTFULLY Lyrics

I don't give a fuck what you seen back in the day
What you thought about back in the day
What image you had back, of me, back
Bitch, it's not like that no more
I'm rich, ho
I'm rich
Life or die
It's not like that no more, baby (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Let's go

This for all the niggas out here sayin' that they smokin' me (pussies)
You ain't gon' do shit to me, I don't care' bout you postin' me (fool)
All you provin' you a fan of me, dick ridin' openly
Yeah my name Doe Boy, but I'ma shoot ya, think 'bout pokin' me (let's go, oh really?)
Drugs in them bags, neighbors think I got some groceries
Make me mad, I crash, niggas pussy, need some ovaries
Streets said you was tough as fuck, still don't think you bold as me
I'm twenty-six, Glock .26, make sure you won't get old as me

I don't take no disrespect
Told Wafi I need baguettes
Fell asleep off Perkies, then I woke up in a different 'Vette
Baddie, but ain't nasty, told that bitch I need some different sex
Up in pictures with that same knot, post a different check (fool)

He said he gon' kill me, still ain't seen 'em up his semi yet
No, I don't belive ya, you'll be shootin' if it was really that
Talkin' out his top, like that chop won't push his ceiling back
If I send a message, I make sure he ain't gon' send one back
It ain't no respondin', we be steady mobbin' (yes sir)
Ridin' with that Drake, what's a goon to a goblin?
A milli', a milli' niggas I wish I was robbin'
And I be with Future so these bitches know I'm toxic
Move to Atlanta, first day, I fucked a dancer (come here bitch)
Bend that thottie over, when I bust, I can't stand her (let's go)
Thirty bullets comin' out that clip, ain't no stand up
Bitch, I don't meet yo' standards, I exceed yo' standards
I'm too rich for you (Doe Beezy)
Too broke, ain't no fixin' you
Flex with my niggas Bentley coupe 'cause I can afford a Bentley coupe (facts)
Flex with yo' niggas Bentley coupes, but that's just a pic for you
I don't need a nigga for shit, bitch, I ain't shit like you
Can't even drive, still want a 'Rari
If we inside, them Glocks in the party
Roll with them demons, you know that they all with me
Girl, you can't have me, you can't even borrow me
Young nigga walkin' in Stella McCartney
I might go put VVS in some Carti's
Pull up, I serve me a nigga like Arby's
I been a gangsta since I watched Barney
I buy designer, I'm fuckin up Barney's
RBMG, I came in with the army (gang, gang, gang)
You let me fuck, I bet we gon' stop talkin'
Bitch, I'm sorry, not sorry (fool)
Almost got forty five years in prison
But I copped out and I'm glad that I didn't
Twistin' my fingers, I'm reppin' the fam (true story)
All these fuck niggas be mad that I'm in it, blat (oh really?)