Respected Man (feat. Yung Craka)
Read Respected Man (feat. Yung Craka) lyrics by Shotgun Willy on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Respected Man (feat. Yung Craka)
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
Man, it's time to wake up, I don't wanna
'Round about 5 I got dinner with Obama
'Bout to hit the road, I ain't talkin' 'bout Lana
Ring-ring, who's that? Oh shit, it's your mama
Catch me in a suit and a tie throwin' parties at the White House
Shorty gonna suck big balls like it's Wipeout
Started in the mornin', gotta do it till it's night out
Craka comin' through, I'm tellin' everybody pipe down
Ayy, you know it's my pet peeve when bitches don't say please
See, I'm a real nice guy, call me Keanu Reeves
And they be takin' notes, but got no degree
You gon' smoke some blunts, I'm gon' plant some trees
Okay now zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket
How you gon' hate when you're broke? Man, stop it
Ooh, goddamn, lookin' flyer than a rocket
Bitch talk shit, get smacked like Bop-It
One, two, ayy, ooh, bitching about the plane food
Jordan Belfort, I'm 'bout to pop another quaalude
She don't wanna take one, fuck it, I'ma take two
Respected in my city, I know everybody hate you
I wake up, do my business
Like who is this well respected man?
I keep a strap in my briefcase
Just to keep safe 'cause I can
I wake up, do my business
Like who is this well respected man?
I keep a strap, in my briefcase
Just to keep safe 'cause I can
Fuck a day job, bitch, I'm the business
Pray on the pussy, got God as my witness
I do blow and I fuck ho's
'Cause I'm cutthroat, know I keep a stick
I don't care who the fuck knows
Listen bucko, suck a dick
Ayy, ayy, four doors said I'm tryna get my bands up
Three ho's with me like my middle name was Santa
I was poppin' bottles at the Copacabana
Got rich and switched up like I'm Hannah Montana
Hey, said I'm young, dumb, and classy
At the trap, get it poppin' like it's acne
With the boys when I'm whippin' through the backstreet
Feds on my ass, but they never gonna catch me
I wake up, do my business
Like who is this well respected man?
I keep a strap in my briefcase
Just to keep safe 'cause I can
I wake up, do my business
Like who is this well respected man?
I keep a strap, in my briefcase
Just to keep safe 'cause I can
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "Respected Man (feat. Yung Craka)"?
Shotgun Willy performs "Respected Man (feat. Yung Craka)", and this lyric page sits inside the Shotgun Willy catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "Respected Man (feat. Yung Craka)"?
Yes. The related section below points to 1-800-SMD and Blues Clues with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Shotgun Willy?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Shotgun Willy's lyric pages.
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
What people are saying
No listener comments on Respected Man (feat. Yung Craka) yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.