Disrespectful

[Intro]

Crook County

Let me spit that wild shit

That foul shit

I'm 'bout to get so disrespectful

Twista

Let's go

[Verse: Twista]

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I don't know what to do (what?)

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I'ma just fuck with you

I just be droppin' shit

Poppin' this and there ain't nobody stoppin' this

Let's see how 21 Savage I can get

Makin' my money come fast 'cause I'm the shit

Don't ask 'cause I can spit

Why you think I flow with locomotion like I'm smokin' on the dopest potion (why?)

Catch 'em overflossin' when I'm bossin', that's why I can poke a hole approachin' 'em

You can't play with the best

Hit 'em and keep 'em at bay with the rest

I got a million and one murder ways (what do you call it?)

Faces of death, as I play with your flesh

I get the knife and

Do it, do it, do it, do it to it

I get the gun and

Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em

Blaze 'em then I boot 'em

Get the razor cut into your medulla

Oblongata, pop a collar, bottom dollar

I be blowin' on Buddha, Buddha, Buddha

I get money like I'm McGillicuddy

I smack 'em like silly putty

If you talk shit, your rims is ugly and your bitch is ugly

I'd rather fuck with your bitch's buddy

I be goin' on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

Because you know the beat don't stop until the break of dawn

I don't know what to do

I don't know what to do

Should I do something to have everybody in love with you?

Make 'em wanna bust at you

Should I do something to have everybody go comatose?

Shit that go coast to coast

Or do I hide the people in here catching the Holy Ghost?

Spit the flow from Overdose

I stood up in the [?]

That you see I can spit [?]

But see he and [?]

And if he talkin' shit, I put him in his place

And if you don't admit, I say you in a wrong

And I ain't a king and I ain't on a throne

[?], I can say I did it on my own

But come at me wrong, I kill him on a song

Now let me try to figure [?]

Think I know, think I know, think I know, think I know what to do

Murder shit, I got big burners, bitch, hollow tips

I say a lot of shit, just to fuck with you

I don't just end [?]

Do some shit that'll gon' put an end to you

Kill everybody inside of the house

The dog and women too (but what about the kids?)

Kill the infants too

I got shit that'll make a nigga wanna beat the break up off the nigga

Rub the face up off the nigga

Lay him out of [?], get the shakes up off the nigga

Seen him bleed before

Or shoot out with a purpose, or see the [?]

And if I just happen to shoot the civilians or innocent people then fuck it

Casualties of war

I saw when you was in the party, you [?] my crew, [?]

Went to the [?] and your buddy, and called you "a bitch"

Told you my flow was tailor-made

Piss you off like a fade away

Don't [?], I can still slit your throat like a razor blade

[?]

We gon' shoot up your mama house

And if you thinkin' that's some bogus type of shit for me to say

Then tell me what you gon' think when I say I will spit in your mama mouth

I be goin' on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

'Cause you know the beat don't stop, don't stop until the break of dawn

Twista