[Intro]
It's Mr Disrespectful
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe
And you know we walk up, man we cook dead box
(Spacecoupe, take me to pluto)
The n***a brother died and he still on makin' diss songs
I'm on the Ooga Booga, Deeklok, HL

[Verse]
All they soldiers gettin' touched, they droppin' back to back
My bitch bad, she come through like 02' Stacey Dash
We done overcooked your man, and wrapped em up in extra glad
Poppin' all that gangster shit and tell don't go out like Jihad
Rief try crawl and get away, they left em by the tires
Grab QRizzy by the legs, they drug 'em to the hellfire
I could really pop it, we drop shit, and he get shit done
That n***a loafed, he touched his top, that n***a dropped his gun
Neph just dropped a diss, it's Belt2Ass, you Uncle Willy son
WSKev was claimin' LM Gang, we sent him right wit em
Ooga Boo- got boxed in, stuffed pounds in Lowes boxes
They had Reek12 stuck inside my crib, he still ain't got up out it
And we known for crackin' noggins, just ask Saany bout McDonald's
Caught Ooga walkin' out that job, and left his face red like he Ronald
About my brother back, they play they right or wrong, without a problem
And free BandUp, been a minute since I seen you swing the choppa
I done put them pounds on a plane, skippin' different states
I'm walking right past TSA, they check my luggage weight
How the fuck I bust a 20 play, I'm in another state
Stuffin' shit in canned goods, and send them out in fuckin' crates
The perkys got me up, I'm leanin' off the fuckin' drank
If I catch him with them glasses, I'ma take them off his fuckin' face
Deeklok was at the YMCA, and he couldn't get away
Young boul from the back block got chased down, you can't forget bout Ye
And I just got a n***a touched, killers do what I say
They droppin' back to back on that side, them n***as feel our pain
Everybody knows Sidney got fried on his couch playin' the game
[Outro]
It's Mr Disrespectful