Disrespectfully Decline

[Chorus: Foggieraw]

Yeah, you think I'm wearing all this fly shit just to impress ya'll

If ya'll knew what I thought about ya'll it would depress ya'll

At times I want respond to the hate, even address ya'll

But y'all don't got no address, how the fuck I'ma address ya'll?

Niggas keep stealing my swag, okay, I'll let ya'll

I did not respectfully decline I said, "Fuck no"

Ya'll must be smoking on E.S.T Gee's Fentanyl

Hands to the sky if you nawl

[Verse 1: Foggieraw]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yellow Evisu like I was working for McDonald's

Posted on Old Nat, I'll make a play out of McDonough

Niggas still in highschool making jokes, it's like yo' momma

Niggas still respectfully tell on you like yo' honor

Got hella hoes but still got thе same ho', I'm like Obama

I'm like Stitch, all thеse hoes wanna be my family like O'hana

I'm not rich, I'm just still tryna feed my family out in Ghana

Don't need no pick, I just step back on these hoes like Wembanyama

Thats it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't got no time to be kickin' and politicin' with King Herod

You niggas got rich and still subpar like King Jared

My opps don't have fans so when they diss me, I didn't hear it

Or I didn't clear it

Though I ride through the valley The Shadow of Death, hovers me

How can I be scared when the spirit of God covers me?

[Chorus: Foggieraw]

Yeah, you think I'm wearing all this fly shit just to impress ya'll

If ya'll knew what I thought about ya'll it would depress ya'll

At times I want respond to the hate, even address ya'll

But y'all don't got no address, how the fuck I'ma address ya'll?

Niggas keep stealing my swag, okay, I'll let ya'll

I did not respectfully decline I said, "Fuck no"

Ya'll must be smoking on E.S.T Gee's Fentanyl

Hands to the sky if you nawl

[Verse 2: Larry June]

This shit too hard, lightin' a cigar while hopping out of a two R's

You think I'm wearing all this fly shit just to impress ya'll

Read a couple chapters real quick to get my stretch on

Valet the— Err, At the bungalow my gang is strong

I ain't really got no time to play no games, bro

Everything different, everything efficient, everything hittin'

Money in their accounts that gain entrance

Nothing in the house I move different

A 911 porsche with the deviated stitch

I might spend time with a bitch but never trickin'

I only got nine on the hip but it's consistent

You lil' niggas trippin'

I told her stop talking and do the dishes

I'm colder than a glass of orange juice in the freezer

She whippin' up a egg white omelet with the spinach

I'm pullin' up in somethin' that’s exotic, not a rental it's happening

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

[Chorus: Foggieraw & Larry June]

Yeah, you think I'm wearing all this fly shit just to impress ya'll (Huh)

If ya'll knew what I thought about ya'll it would depress ya'll (Why?)

At times I want respond to the hate, even address ya'll  (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

But y'all don't got no address, how the fuck I'ma address ya'll? (Why?)

Niggas keep stealing my swag, okay, I'll let ya'll (Huh)

I did not respectfully decline I said, "Fuck no" (Fuck y'all)

Ya'll must be smoking on EST Gee's Fentanyl (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Hands to the sky if you nawl