Hate Me So Much
What's up Boi, good to see ya man, you seen that boy Z-Ro?
Yeah man, I've seen him man
We went and had whole 100 dollar steak man
I ain't gon' lie, he took me to Active man, you know what I'm saying?
He blessed my game on a couple clothes
I mean the man pull out an ocean when he droppin' me off man
Blue notes, man to man he ain't leave me with a dollar man
Part of the game is that?
Party rappers
Y'all can keep on talking, dropping salt on my name
While my haters keep walking, I pass by in that thang
A cool hundred thousand dollars on me
Spend it all on me just because I ain't got no homies
17 years day for day and eight on parole
Today we celebrating freedom, this one for you big bro
Think I got 'bout three or four ounces on me
We gon' smoke until I ain't got no more ounces on me
I think they mad at us 'cause we aint trying to turn up
So if it ain't screwed up, it really don't concern us
Everybody moving slow, we all double cupped up
They say the south fell off, they got us double fucked up
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
That's why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me, then I don't go
Why they hate me so much
'Cause I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what ya'll be doing
That's ya'll motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang
Out of all my old homies I used to fuck with
Rick D and Grady are the only ones I still fuck with
'Cause it ain't matter if I had a million bucks or straight up buckless
Real niggas do real thangs, if it ain't real we could give a fuck bitch
Put a hundred thousand on another car, 50 thousand down on another home
And the IRS wanna know who paid for it, tell them I wrote another song
It's just me, myself and I and quite frankly you can leave us the fuck alone
Yeah, bitch you a bad bitch but they taking my picture, I'm who they touching on
You can hate me 'cause instead of them, I'm who they woman been sucking on
And wherever her baby daddy name tatted, that's what I'm busting on
And when I'm out in public, my attitude is fuck it
I'm in the Bentley but I'm driving it like its a bucket
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
That's why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much?
'Cause I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what ya'll be doing
That's ya'll motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang
Question, is it because I'm successful?
Managing all this money man I swear it's so stressful
Thought I had a brother and a cousin I'm so forgetful
It was me the whole time by my damn self, I had wings, no Redbull
I'm just saying, I was trapping hard as I could trap
Niggas hated my shit, I still was rapping hard as I could rap
Niggas say they love you but rob you what part of the heart is that?
I don't love no nigga, I don't love no bitch I'm blackhearted and that's a fact
They mad at me 'cause I got 200 on the dash
And this ain't the '90s no more I don't need you to pitch in on the gas
Niggas screaming hate at me, but my money is so much louder though
I wish DJ Screw was alive cause he'd be proud of 'Ro and the way they hate me
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
That's why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much?
'Cause I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what ya'll be doing
That's ya'll motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang
Yeah man, I've seen him man
We went and had whole 100 dollar steak man
I ain't gon' lie, he took me to Active man, you know what I'm saying?
He blessed my game on a couple clothes
I mean the man pull out an ocean when he droppin' me off man
Blue notes, man to man he ain't leave me with a dollar man
Part of the game is that?
Party rappers
Y'all can keep on talking, dropping salt on my name
While my haters keep walking, I pass by in that thang
A cool hundred thousand dollars on me
Spend it all on me just because I ain't got no homies
17 years day for day and eight on parole
Today we celebrating freedom, this one for you big bro
Think I got 'bout three or four ounces on me
We gon' smoke until I ain't got no more ounces on me
I think they mad at us 'cause we aint trying to turn up
So if it ain't screwed up, it really don't concern us
Everybody moving slow, we all double cupped up
They say the south fell off, they got us double fucked up
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
That's why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me, then I don't go
Why they hate me so much
'Cause I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what ya'll be doing
That's ya'll motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang
Out of all my old homies I used to fuck with
Rick D and Grady are the only ones I still fuck with
'Cause it ain't matter if I had a million bucks or straight up buckless
Real niggas do real thangs, if it ain't real we could give a fuck bitch
Put a hundred thousand on another car, 50 thousand down on another home
And the IRS wanna know who paid for it, tell them I wrote another song
It's just me, myself and I and quite frankly you can leave us the fuck alone
Yeah, bitch you a bad bitch but they taking my picture, I'm who they touching on
You can hate me 'cause instead of them, I'm who they woman been sucking on
And wherever her baby daddy name tatted, that's what I'm busting on
And when I'm out in public, my attitude is fuck it
I'm in the Bentley but I'm driving it like its a bucket
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
That's why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much?
'Cause I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what ya'll be doing
That's ya'll motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang
Question, is it because I'm successful?
Managing all this money man I swear it's so stressful
Thought I had a brother and a cousin I'm so forgetful
It was me the whole time by my damn self, I had wings, no Redbull
I'm just saying, I was trapping hard as I could trap
Niggas hated my shit, I still was rapping hard as I could rap
Niggas say they love you but rob you what part of the heart is that?
I don't love no nigga, I don't love no bitch I'm blackhearted and that's a fact
They mad at me 'cause I got 200 on the dash
And this ain't the '90s no more I don't need you to pitch in on the gas
Niggas screaming hate at me, but my money is so much louder though
I wish DJ Screw was alive cause he'd be proud of 'Ro and the way they hate me
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
That's why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much?
'Cause I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what ya'll be doing
That's ya'll motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang
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Writer(s): Ever Ronquillo
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