Lyrics No Respect – DudeyLo
Grah, grah, ahh, ahh, ahh
Like, ahh, ahh, ahh, like
It’s that Dudeylo n**ga, man
Every f**kin’ track, you heard
Shot after f**kin’ shot, n**ga, like
Ahh
There’s s**t I wanna get off my chest
That’s my blood, like, I’m talkin’ ’bout flesh
But, still, they be droppin’ my set
So why would I show ’em respect
How many deads DOA got
Like, nah, wait, now they got like 10
They keep losin’ and losin’ again
Thunder, go and get back for your friend
Anybody can flex, but who do it better
Word to bro, I be clutchin’ my weapon
Word to bro, this s**t tucked in the sweater
Like, bro wanna spin, so we goin’ together
Why they comin’ in groups I don’t like that
In the streets, where I’m nice at
That’s ya b**ch, but I piped that, like
She a thot, wanna f**k ‘cuz you wifed that
Hell no, I’m not droppin’ no beef, like
But I did enough in the streets, like
You want smoke Then, come bring it to me, like
Last thing he gon’ see is the beam
Nina, Puerto Rican
But Kelly, her s**t black, like
Which one is quick to attack Like
I’m tryna catch me a Makk, ahh
And I’m different ‘cuz I’m switchin’ my flow
Got a new opp I’m smokin’ on Glo
JayO, that n**ga the flow
Money Matt, yea, I smoke him the most
But, how can we trust ’em
F**k the Bronx, we was linkin’ with ’em for nothin’
Like, these n**gas keep pushin’ my buttons
5 deep on they block, we was huntin’, real spills
I can’t ever take s**t on a hop like Relly
Over east, I was spinnin’ with Delly
Headtap, I can’t shoot with the lefty
And we on the 8, where the f**k is lil’ Nesty
Tryna send a n**ga with his bestie, like
I’m tryna make s**t heavy
Hell no, I could never be Setty
N**ga ran on his mans, wasn’t ready
There’s s**t I wanna get off my chest
That’s my blood, like, I’m talkin’ ’bout flesh
But, still, they be droppin’ my set
So why would I show ’em respect
How many deads DOA got
Like, nah, wait, now they got like 10
They keep losin’ and losin’ again
Thunder, go and get back for your friend
Ayo, Sha Gz, suck my dick, like
Why you keep talkin’ on Notti
I’m not hidin’, they know where to find me, like
N**ga, you ran on Woo Lotti
Why the f**k Yus keep boppin’
You the .. for the clout, need to stop it
YGK, they know that I drop it
Any gun that I touched, I shot it
Nazzy, Rite, Blay, wait
Chii, Rippy, Lay
Can’t forget about G Pop, Crush, Nate
But, still they be dissin’ my gang, how
Like, what
Grah, grah, like..
Bow, bow, bow…
➤ Written by Dudeylo
DudeyLo | 2023
