JC - give the respect Lyrics

Yeah, ayy
Why these niggas don't give respect?
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Ayy
Why these niggas don't give respect?
They like who JC? He up next
You can't get right, then you get left
I'm in this booth, I don't get rest
And these niggas hatin', I'm upset
So when I see yo ass get checked
But I can't see em, cause the checks
She in my DM, cause I flex
I get that sack and run it back
Two Cason bags, I like to match
Y'all niggas be cappin' in your rap
These niggas try count me out, I trusted them
They stabbed me in the back
Damn, I got em where they at
It's gon' hurt, but that's a fact
These niggas still gon' turn they back
These niggas hatin', yeah
But we already know
I got a bad bitch in Cali, the other one in Soho
I got a bad bitch, she nasty, the other one do promo
She think she knows me, but she don't
These niggas hatin', but we know though
Why these niggas don't give respect
They like, who JC? He up next
You can't get right, then you get left
I'm in this booth, I don't get rest
And these niggas hatin', I'm upset
So when I see yo ass get checked
But I can't see em, cause the checks
She in my DM, cause I flex
I get that sack and run it back
Two Cason bags, I like to match
Y'all niggas be cappin' in your rap
These niggas try count me out, I trusted them
They stabbed me in the back
Damn, I got em where they at
It's gon' hurt, but that's a fact
These niggas still gon' turn they back
These niggas hatin', yeah
These niggas hatin', ain't show no love back
I'm just tryna make it, put us on the map
I took a few L's and I had to bounce back
These niggas so goddamn fake
These niggas, my sons need some for Father's Day
I'm countin' this money, this goddamn cake
Just give the respect, that's all I'll say
Why these niggas don't give respect?
They like, who JC? He up next
You can't get right, then you get left
I'm in his booth, I don't get rest
And these niggas hatin', I'm upset
So when I see yo ass get checked
But I can't see em cause the checks
She in my DM, cause I flex
I get that sack and run it back
Two cason bags, I like to match
Y'all niggas be cappin' in your rap
These niggas try count me out, I trusted them
They stabbed me in the back
Damn, I got em where they at
It's gon' hurt, but that's a fact
These niggas still gon' turn they back
These niggas hatin