Respect the Shooter

[Intro: Robb Bank$]

I make mean girls sex me

I make yoga hoes stretch (Empire mixtapes)

I make the fat lady sing the next thing you hear

I make mean girls sex me

I make yoga hoes stretch

I make the fat lady sing the next thing you hear

(The Empire, if you don't hear their drops, then this is not a true exclusive)

(Holy shit, where'd you find this?)

[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]

Respect the shooter hold your pistol up

How come evеry time we talk money wе don't mention ya?

I'm still ridin' with that yea on me

I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me

I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me

Don't trust us, we'll take sum'

Find the plug, twist a pack, then I shake sum'

Grip her back, rip her weave, get her tracks done

I'm on a shopping spree, this a cash run

I finger **** that money make a bag cum

I take my niggas everywhere cause they ain't had none

She ask me how I ain't gon' **** her don't you know I'm me?

I'm Tony Shhnow the CEO so you won't see ID

My boy got lean but you can't lean on me

I keep it true that's just the genes in me

And these niggas ain't what they seem to be

We all got clips we changing scenery

I'm with my side with a few beans on me, we pack em up like BNB

We got shots like TMZ, I bought a Glock for my shooter birthday

Bought a ruger for my girl it's our anniversary

I reppin' too official with that tec

You respect the shooter or get checked

[Hook: Tony Shhnow]

Respect the shooter hold your pistol up

How come every time we talk money we don't mention ya?

I'm still ridin' with that yea on me

I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me

I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me

Respect the shooter hold your pistol up

How come every time we talk money we don't mention ya?

I'm still ridin' with that yea on me

I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me

I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]

I had sold some jiggas and a tec to your big homie

Grown man bidness lil nigga show respect for me

Adidas tracksuit like '82 still got the blick on me

White hoe dressed up like a nurse you know she always gotta check on me

Gucci leather jacket, .38 stickin out of the pocket

Nigga you won't see me when I strike hit em 2 times I dropped him

Nigga signed to Def Jam and get shelved

How that become my problem (The Empire)

Niggas got no house and short pockets got vendettas probably

I party and you ask for M***y, I taught Eve how to be a rider

I'm with Lucy Lu drinkin' sake she always call me Charlie

I run into Meg I'm like Ceelo Green don't talk to stallions (Holy sh-)

Crushed ice in my medallion

While Katy Perry coppin' beans [?] (Where'd you find this?)

Off the show with Princess Diana [?], got my fingers up her sweater

Royalties all you remember, servin' like I'm King Rich

B***h must like necrophilia, ****in' with that dead nigga

Once I catch him nigga we gon' smack him bust his head open

I make mean girls sex me

I make yoga hoes stretch

I make the fat lady sing the next thing you hear (*gunshot)

I'm the one that send the hit, press my finger [?] for the shit

Made men up in this b***h, got up bread and you can't sit b***h

[Hook: Tony Shhnow]

Respect the shooter hold your pistol up

How come every time we talk money we don't mention ya?

I'm still ridin' with that yea on me

I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me

I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me