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Kodak Black - Demand My Respect [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Almando Cresso
Almando Cresso
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Carlton McDowell
Carlton McDowell
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlton McDowell
Carlton McDowell
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Almando Cresso
Almando Cresso
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
See, I demand my respect, know what I mean?
****, you ain't gotta like me, you ain't even gotta respect me
Long as you don't disrespect me, you heard me, ****?
Respect it or check it, salute me or shoot me, ****
Nah, fuck that, them pussy **** gon' respect this shit, for sure
[Verse 1]
I demand my respect, I don't really care for love
I done sent the bitch a jet, all I wanted was a hug
I'm slammin' in a 'Vette (I'm slammin' in a 'Vette, slammin')
I don't really care for sex, I ain't get none in a month
VVS, prong set (VVS)
You ain't with me, then you with the wrong set
This where I been at, my location on net
I'm on they neck, dog
Fuck my old homies, I regret I even met y'all
I don't play no games, I left the switch at my ex house
PS5 at mama house, my house got the Xbox
Just for decoration, deer head in my living room
Diamonds in my mouth, so you can't tell I got a missin' tooth
This ain't nothin' new, I been spinnin', ain't got shit to prove
I'm standin' on business and I'm livin' by the principles
I'm dyin' 'bout my morals and my aura, I got shit to lose
Just caught the drop off a block, ****, this a chicken coop
I'm poppin' like Coke, beat the dope with a fork (With a fork)
Baby from New York, she got a body like Coke
I'ma cuff her like she rope
She got a warrant as soon I seen I got the yo
Yeah, I don't play no police games, but now she under my arrest
My dick stay in her chest
Keep her happy, never stressed
I'm in Cali' with a vest
KTB, Kodak the best
And I'm never comin' off they neck
Shooters comin' off the bend
My sniper can't wait to get out, Young D can't wait to get off house arrest
My **** sensitive 'bout Yak
**** comment under my picture, they be ready to handle that
Ayo, G-Mac, grab the MAC, spray
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Hop out, shoot, aye, okay, okay)
I demand my respect
I'ma whack 'em 'fore you whack 'em, ****, what's up? Let's make a bet (Uh-huh)
My homie played a foul, I'm tryna hit him with a TEC
All my vultures on a prowl, yeah, we gon' land and we gon' peck
We done linked up with more killers, got gorillas in the set
Fuck it, y'all just run in the field and we gon' chill in the nest (Mhmm)
It's a win-win, y'all down there, we lookin' out for the threats
Droppin' shit off when y'all get off, then we cleanin' up the rest
[Outro]
Go
Yeah, **** gon' say, man, that fuck **** snappin', aye, lil' boy, you put that shit in perspective, for real, for real
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, all the vultures and shit gon' really like, like, like, really like
Know what I'm sayin', like, gon' smell that (I'ma eat, you gon' eat too)
For sure, make these pussy **** respect this shit, you heard me?
Uh-huh
I'm slammin' in a 'Vette
I'm slammin' in a 'Vette, flash, flash
Ha, yeah
Written by: Almando Cresso, Bill K. Kapri, Carlton McDowell, Edgar Ferrera
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