Hate
Too many racks in my pocket I'm straight
Can't fuck with these niggas cause Ik that they hate
Niggas be sad steady watching my page
Get out the bleachers and go get you some cake
Runners my feet can't catch me first place
Puttin on fashion been had it you late
These niggas be talking i see through the hate
Niggas be hating how i put shit together
Rainfall my fit I might change the weathe
My brudda wit me he stick like a feather
Ya bitch want me cause she know I dress better
Young nigga kickin shit rock heavy metal
Puttin it on easy lil nigga no pressure
That shit that you bought yea I made it look better
Told that bih I fall back uk i can't settle
Slid on yo hoe she said she got wetter
I kno you a joke I call you a jester
I know you gone fold dat nigga a flexure
Been havin these clothes they came on a top transfer
They niggas counted me out thought I was dancin
Now I walk around town wit cash in my pants
Niggas be spitting cap I told em to cancel
I'm always gon work I love what these bandz do
Too many racks in my pocket I'm straight
Can't fuck with these niggas cause Ik that they hate
Niggas be sad steady watching my page
Get out the bleachers and go get you some cake
Runners my feet can't catch me first place
Puttin on fashion been had it you late
These niggas be talking i see through the hate
Can't fuck with these niggas cause Ik that they hate
Niggas be sad steady watching my page
Get out the bleachers and go get you some cake
Runners my feet can't catch me first place
Puttin on fashion been had it you late
These niggas be talking i see through the hate
Niggas be hating how i put shit together
Rainfall my fit I might change the weathe
My brudda wit me he stick like a feather
Ya bitch want me cause she know I dress better
Young nigga kickin shit rock heavy metal
Puttin it on easy lil nigga no pressure
That shit that you bought yea I made it look better
Told that bih I fall back uk i can't settle
Slid on yo hoe she said she got wetter
I kno you a joke I call you a jester
I know you gone fold dat nigga a flexure
Been havin these clothes they came on a top transfer
They niggas counted me out thought I was dancin
Now I walk around town wit cash in my pants
Niggas be spitting cap I told em to cancel
I'm always gon work I love what these bandz do
Too many racks in my pocket I'm straight
Can't fuck with these niggas cause Ik that they hate
Niggas be sad steady watching my page
Get out the bleachers and go get you some cake
Runners my feet can't catch me first place
Puttin on fashion been had it you late
These niggas be talking i see through the hate
Credits
Writer(s): Titus Williams
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