[Intro: Duke Deuce & Glockianna]
Check it, I got the whole motherfuckin' mafia (Ayoza, you wrong for this shit) filled in this bitch, n***a (Fuck a n***a talkin' 'bout, old broke-ass ho)
Made Men Mafia, n***a
Ms. Made Mafia (Back and we know), y'all know what the fuck goin' on (It's Big Glock and I step)
Whole lotta trippin' M business, bitch (Miss Made Mafia), and it's a Crunk motherfuckin' take over, ho (What the fuck, Triple M, whole lotta Glock shit, bitch)
Bitch, n***a
[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G
You, you, you, you ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-R, R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Duke Deuce]
This shit here too far from soft, claim you buck, then buck the law
Fuck what you don't listen too, that shit ain't Crunk, wе turn it off (Ayy, ayy)
Know we going up on 'em
Play pussy, we gon' buck on 'еm
Hard where we come from, forever drop our nuts on 'em (Fuck 'em)
All my n***as, we fuckin' Macs
VVS's, it's ice attack
King of Crunk I'm back, facts, they keep on beggin' for more of that crack (More of that crack)
Hatin' on me, them n***as wack (N***as wack)
Fuck you thought, I keep a MAC
Phatty, phat-phat, got somethin' in this GAT that'll put your bitch-ass on your back (Ay-ay-ayy)
Uh, don't get stomped in these high top Rees (High top Rees)
Wanna see me gangster walk, that's gon' cost you a fee (That's gon' cost you a fee)
I got money, plus I'm funny, so she want me, bitch, please (Bitch, please)
Tryna get some out of P, gotta get it off your knees (Gotta get it off your knees)
N***a dissed me in the hood, I was somewhere overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Catch that n***a in the hood, I'ma beat that boy to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thought that it was over stood (What?) that I'm a motherfuckin' G (What?)
If it come from Ayoza (What?), you know it's murder on the beat (What the fuck)
[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G (Ayy, ayy)
You, you, you, you ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-R, R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G
[Verse 2: Lil Thad]
N***a play around with this shit, we burn his ass like cayenne (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
So many Glocks up in the car, I can't even pick what gen (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
I catch an opp', I leave him slumped, gon' send me straight back to the pen' (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
We robbed your bitch-ass baby daddy, made his ho-ass jump the fence (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
5.56, 7.62, we knocked his bitch ass out his clothes (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
Let me find out you a duck (Double, double), we take you down for all your 'bows (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
I just copped a brand new FN (Double, double), aim that bitch straight at ya nose (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
Plug playin' with that work (Double, double), we cross him out like Derrick Rose (What?-What? What?-What? What?-What? What?-What?)
[Verse 3: Dubba G & Glockianna]
Bitch, you don't want the smoke with these 7.62's (What? What? What? What?)
Pull up on a n***a block, now he a shitty lil' dude (What? What? What? What?)
Ever since my n***a died, I been losin' some screws (What? What? What? What?)
Bitch, it ain't no second chance, you gon' win or you lose (What? What? What? What?)
We gon' stomp a n***a ass like a HBCU (What? What? What? What?)
She gon' suck a n***a dick while I'm countin' theses blues (What? What? What? What?)
I'm on I-22 with these 'bows on cruise (What? What? What? What?)
You might not think that bitch be fucking (Glocky), but these hoes gon' choose (What? What? What? What? yeah)
[Verse 4: Glockianna]
I bet I get my respect (What you on?), I'm keeping my foot on they neck (What you on?)
Bitch, it's the queen of Crunk (What you on?), I set it off, get stomped in yo' chest (What you on?)
You hoes can't fuck with my people (What you on?)
It's strictly war when I see ya (What you on?)
It's big Glockianna (What you on?), Miss Made, my mafia evil (What you on?)
Ol' talkin'-ass (What, what you on?) dog-ass, weak-ass hoes (What, what you on?)
Sellin' pussy in high school (What, what you on?), ho, you gettin' exposed (What, what you on?)
Keep on talkin' out your neck (What, what you on?) and you gon' get yo' ass fold (What, what you on?)
Ain't no bitch in my blood (What, what you on?), ho, and that's on my soul (Woah)
[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G
You, you, you, you ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R-R, R-E, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G
[Outro: Duke Deuce]
R-R-R.E
R-R-R-R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bet they gon' respect a G
