[Intro: Duke Deuce & Glockianna]
Check it, I got the whole motherfucking mafia (Ayoza, you wrong for this shit) filled in this bitch, n***a (Fuck a n***a talking 'bout, old broke ass ho)
Made me a mafia, n***a
Ms. Made Mafia (Bad, that we know), y'all know what the fuck goin' on (Big Glock, it's when I step)
Whole lotta trippin' in this bitch (Miss Made Mafia), you need some crunk motherfucking-, take off, ho (What the fuck! Bitch)
Bitch, n***a

[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
R. E. S. P. E. C. T., bet they gon' respect a G
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
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, we turn it off (Ayy, ayy)
Know we going up on 'еm
Play pussy, we gon' buck on 'em
Hard wherе we come from, forever drop our nuts on 'em (Fuck 'em)
All my n***as we're fucking MACS
VVS's, ice attack
King of Crunk I'm back, facts, they keep on begging for more of that crack (More of that crack)
Hating on me, them n***as wack (N***as wack)
Fuck you thought, I keep a MAC
Phatty, phat-phat, got some 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 gangsta walk, that's gon' cost you a fee (Cost you a fee)
I got money, plus I'm funny, so she want me, bitch, please (Bitch, please)
Tryna get some out a 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. S. P. E. C. T., bet they gon' respect a G
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
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
So many Glocks up in the car, I can't even pick what gen
I catch a opp', I leave him slump, gon' send me straight back to the pen
We robbed your bitch ass baby daddy, made his ho ass jump the fence
5.56, 7.62, we knocked his bitch ass out his clothes
Let me find out you a duck (Double, double), we take you down for all ya 'bows
I just copped a brand new FN (Double, double), aim that bitch straight at ya nose
Plug playin' with that work (Double, double), we cross him out like Derrick Rose

[Verse 3: Dubba G & Glockianna]
Bitch, you don't want the smoke with these 7.62's
Pull up on a n***a block, now he a shitty lil' dude
Ever since my n***a died, I been losing some screws
Bitch, it ain't no second chance, you gon' win or you lose
We gon' stomp a n***a ass like a HBCU
She gon' suck a n***a dick while I'm counting theses blues
I'm on I-22 with these 'bows on cruise
You might not think that bitch be fucking (Glocky), but these hoes gon' choose (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Glockianna]
I bet I get my respect (What you on?), I'm keeping my foot on they neck (What you on?)
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?)
Selling pussy in high school (What, what you on?), ho, you getting exposed (What, what you on?)
Keep on talking out your neck (What, what you on?), 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. S. P. E. C. T., bet they gon' respect a G
You ain't gotta like, but you sure gon' respect it
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