Respect
Ghetto Funk ICONS Vol.3 Lyrics


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Got a body
Yeah they know that I'm ready
Hand on my gun Imma die with respect
I'm toting a 40.
I'm toting a Tec
He playing with us
Get shot in the pec
I'm getting the money
I'm getting t he checks
Spray out of the Cadillac
They cannot handle that
Don't mind me
I'm stacking the racks
I'm making these hits
Gonna get me a plaque
We taking your chain
And there's no getting back
These boys are some pussy's
I'm just talking facts
You boys are some Mikey Minnie's y'all are rats
I'm toting a Choppa
I'm toting a Mac
You playing with us
Get shot in the back
We on attack
I'm back on track
You talking stupid we bust at his cap
His losing his mind like where is it at?
Rick Ross my pockets they be too fat
Stupid bitches they don't know how to act
I'm talking to God we made a pact
Uh huh
He told me I'm gonna be a star
Got the Chop on my hip
And it go Grah Grah
They play catch up but they too far
Imma rise to the top imma laugh Ha Ha
Make the money appear Tuh dah
Uh uh huh
Hand on my gun Imma die with respect
I'm toting a 40.
I'm toting a Tec
He playing with us
Get shot in the pec
I'm getting the money
I'm getting t he checks
Spray out of the Cadillac
They cannot handle that
Glock on my hip
And it look like a Fannie pack
I got all the cheat codes
I got all the hacks
I'm chopping this hit up
Just like a axe
All of the freak hoes
I'm breaking their backs
All of my opp's
I'm smoking there packs
He talking that shit told him hold up
Why is talking to me
Get your dough up
You make me sick
Clutching a blick
I am a genius just call me Rick
Got a stack on my lap and it look
Like a brick
Bust his cap with a strap
And you know that's a hit
Yeah
She told me that she love me
But I don't really care
I'm the best to ever do it
I could bring y'all to tears
Got that new style
They gon stop and they stare
Ohhh
Hand on my gun Imma die with respect
I'm toting a 40.
I'm toting a Tec
He playing with us
Get shot in the pec
I'm getting the money
I'm getting t he checks
Oh
I'm gonna ball
I'm gonna flex
That is your girl
But she sent me a text
She said come over
You know what is next
My money big just like T Rex
She was your girl
Now she is your ex
I am a leader
They follow my steps
I'm keeping a heater
If he is a pest
Call me Dj Khaled
I am the best
I work too hard
Like what is a rest?
If you play with me
Imma put him to rest
Uh huh
Upping the heater




Uh imma zoom
Right in a Beamer

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Respect" by Ghetto Funk ICONS Vol.3 showcase a braggadocious and confident persona. The song talks about being prepared and ready for any situation, with lines like "Got a body, Yeah they know that I'm ready." The singer asserts their power and willingness to defend themselves, stating "Hand on my gun, Imma die with respect, I'm toting a 40, I'm toting a Tec." They also highlight their ability to make money and achieve success, mentioning "I'm getting the money, I'm getting the checks."


The lyrics also include references to violence, with lines such as "He playing with us, Get shot in the pec" and "You playing with us, Get shot in the back." There is a sense of assertiveness and dominance in these lines, suggesting that the singer won't hesitate to take action against those who threaten them.


The song also features elements of braggadocious rap, with references to wealth and possessions. The singer talks about stacking racks, making hits, and getting a plaque. They also mention taking someone's chain and the inability to get it back.


Overall, "Respect" portrays a confident and powerful persona who demands respect and asserts their dominance in various aspects of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Got a body
I have a commanding presence


Yeah they know that I'm ready
Everyone understands that I'm prepared for anything


Hand on my gun Imma die with respect
I'm armed and I'll face my fate honorably


I'm toting a 40.
I carry a .40 caliber firearm


I'm toting a Tec
I have a Tec-9 firearm on me


He playing with us
If anyone tries to mess with us


Get shot in the pec
They will receive a gunshot to their chest


I'm getting the money
I'm focused on making money


I'm getting the checks
I'm receiving large sums of money


Spray out of the Cadillac
We shoot indiscriminately from the Cadillac


They cannot handle that
They cannot cope with our actions


Don't mind me
Pay no attention to me


I'm stacking the racks
I'm amassing wealth


I'm making these hits
I'm creating successful songs


Gonna get me a plaque
I will achieve recognition for my achievements


We taking your chain
We are confiscating your necklace


And there's no getting back
You will not be able to retrieve it


These boys are some pussy's
These individuals are weak


I'm just talking facts
I'm simply stating the truth


You boys are some Mikey Minnie's y'all are rats
You guys are insignificant and cowardly


I'm toting a Choppa
I have a large rifle with me


You playing with us
If you dare provoke us


Get shot in the back
You will receive a gunshot wound to your back


We on attack
We are attacking aggressively


I'm back on track
I have regained focus and direction


You talking stupid we bust at his cap
If you engage in foolish talk, we will shoot you


His losing his mind like where is it at?
He is losing control and searching for his sanity


Rick Ross my pockets they be too fat
Similar to Rick Ross, my pockets are heavily filled


Stupid bitches they don't know how to act
Ignorant women lack proper behavior


I'm talking to God we made a pact
I communicate with God and have a mutual agreement


He told me I'm gonna be a star
He assured me of my destined stardom


Got the Chop on my hip
I have a shotgun holstered


And it go Grah Grah
It makes a distinctive sound when fired


They play catch up but they too far
Others try to imitate but are far behind


Imma rise to the top imma laugh Ha Ha
I will ascend to the pinnacle and laugh triumphantly


Make the money appear Tuh dah
I easily generate money out of thin air


Hand on my gun Imma die with respect
I will bravely face my end with dignity


Glock on my hip
I carry a Glock pistol on my waist


And it look like a Fannie pack
It is visible and resembles a Fannie pack


I got all the cheat codes
I possess all the secrets to success


I got all the hacks
I have all the shortcuts


I'm chopping this hit up
I'm skillfully remixing this song


Just like a axe
Similar to the way an axe cuts through wood


All of the freak hoes
All of the promiscuous girls


I'm breaking their backs
I'm satisfying them sexually


All of my opp's
All of my enemies


I'm smoking there packs
I'm defeating them one by one


He talking that shit told him hold up
He is speaking disrespectfully, I told him to pause


Why is talking to me
Why is he addressing me


Get your dough up
Improve your financial situation


You make me sick
Your actions and behavior disgust me


Clutching a blick
Holding a firearm


I am a genius just call me Rick
I possess exceptional intelligence, likened to Rick


Got a stack on my lap and it look
I have a stack of money on my legs and it appears


Like a brick
Similar to a solid block of building material


Bust his cap with a strap
Shoot him in the head with a gun


And you know that's a hit
And you understand that's a successful strike


She told me that she love me
She expressed affection towards me


But I don't really care
But I'm not interested or concerned


I'm the best to ever do it
I'm the ultimate at what I do


I could bring y'all to tears
I have the power to make you cry


Got that new style
I possess a unique and refreshing style


They gon stop and they stare
They will halt and gaze in awe


Hand on my gun Imma die with respect
I will maintain my dignity until death


I'm gonna ball
I will succeed extravagantly


I'm gonna flex
I will show off my wealth and success


That is your girl
That woman is your girlfriend


But she sent me a text
But she messaged me


She said come over
She invited me to her place


You know what is next
You are aware of what will happen next


My money big just like T Rex
My wealth is significant, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex


She was your girl
She used to be your girlfriend


Now she is your ex
Now she is your former partner


I am a leader
I am a person who leads others


They follow my steps
They imitate my actions


I'm keeping a heater
I carry a firearm for protection


If he is a pest
If he becomes a nuisance


Call me Dj Khaled
Refer to me as Dj Khaled


I am the best
I am the greatest


I work too hard
I exert a significant amount of effort


Like what is a rest?
I rarely take breaks


If you play with me
If you try to challenge me


Imma put him to rest
I will put an end to him


Upping the heater
Increasing my firepower


Uh imma zoom
Uh, I will move quickly


Right in a Beamer
While driving a BMW




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Written by: Chad Bugbee

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@bartalinigibb

Great!!!