Hate
Aint nothing change ima keep me a tool
Idk y cause it barely get used
Ain't say I won't squeeze it don't get that confused
I know u plotting and watching my moves
Don't hate on me nigga just hate what I do
Hate on yo bitch cause she picked out my shoes
Hate on yo gang cause I say and they do
Hate on yo self u the reason u lose
Shawty just text me I just hit her once
Ask me if I wanted something for lunch
She gone pull up anytime that I want
You won't break up wit her dawg u a runt
She let me hit from the back and the front
I just wanna kick it she go for the punt
She want me to knock it out cause u gone bunt
U think she love you she said you the one
Fresh I be dripping got water like voss
I took a dose and I start dosing off
Roll up a doobie I smoke on the raw
Swear I get higher whenever I cough
Swear I blow fire whenever I talk
Bitches on dick and they bobbling dawg
Put the dick in her esophagus dawg
Be out in a minute she topping me off
Really got choppa it shoot 223
I'll dump at u hit u 2 out of 3
Said he got hit in the head and the knee
Pray for the shooter he still walking free
Pray for the shooter he still on the streets
Like Freddy Krueger get u in yo sleep
That heater come out ain't no heartbeat
We gone turn that boy to shark meat
Aint nothing change ima keep me a tool
Probably don't need it I might end up using
Ain't say I won't think when I'm mad I'm confused
And they still plotting and watching my moves
Thought I was noid but that's just what they do
Hate on yo bitch cause she fucked off on u
Hate on yo gang cause I say and they do
Hate on yo self u the reason u lose
Bought a new stick and attached holographics
Say he want problems with me I'm a hazard
It's all fun and games til they picking yo casket
Bitch . I'll make yo son out a bastard
Niggas pull up wit them sticks and start blasting
Ohh my niggas be doing em nasty
Kick in yo door and catch u on that mattress
This shit a disaster
Turn you to Ghost In the bitch u a Casper
Chop hit his front made him spin around backwards
Bro got the hunned drum and that bit massive
Ain't no identifying a nigga after
Poppin yo shit like a bitch now them pistols clapping
Get shot in yo shit cause they know u lackin
Don't ask me bout shit ion know what happened
Don't ask me bout shit ion know what happened
Idk y cause it barely get used
Ain't say I won't squeeze it don't get that confused
I know u plotting and watching my moves
Don't hate on me nigga just hate what I do
Hate on yo bitch cause she picked out my shoes
Hate on yo gang cause I say and they do
Hate on yo self u the reason u lose
Shawty just text me I just hit her once
Ask me if I wanted something for lunch
She gone pull up anytime that I want
You won't break up wit her dawg u a runt
She let me hit from the back and the front
I just wanna kick it she go for the punt
She want me to knock it out cause u gone bunt
U think she love you she said you the one
Fresh I be dripping got water like voss
I took a dose and I start dosing off
Roll up a doobie I smoke on the raw
Swear I get higher whenever I cough
Swear I blow fire whenever I talk
Bitches on dick and they bobbling dawg
Put the dick in her esophagus dawg
Be out in a minute she topping me off
Really got choppa it shoot 223
I'll dump at u hit u 2 out of 3
Said he got hit in the head and the knee
Pray for the shooter he still walking free
Pray for the shooter he still on the streets
Like Freddy Krueger get u in yo sleep
That heater come out ain't no heartbeat
We gone turn that boy to shark meat
Aint nothing change ima keep me a tool
Probably don't need it I might end up using
Ain't say I won't think when I'm mad I'm confused
And they still plotting and watching my moves
Thought I was noid but that's just what they do
Hate on yo bitch cause she fucked off on u
Hate on yo gang cause I say and they do
Hate on yo self u the reason u lose
Bought a new stick and attached holographics
Say he want problems with me I'm a hazard
It's all fun and games til they picking yo casket
Bitch . I'll make yo son out a bastard
Niggas pull up wit them sticks and start blasting
Ohh my niggas be doing em nasty
Kick in yo door and catch u on that mattress
This shit a disaster
Turn you to Ghost In the bitch u a Casper
Chop hit his front made him spin around backwards
Bro got the hunned drum and that bit massive
Ain't no identifying a nigga after
Poppin yo shit like a bitch now them pistols clapping
Get shot in yo shit cause they know u lackin
Don't ask me bout shit ion know what happened
Don't ask me bout shit ion know what happened
Credits
Writer(s): Crieghton Faulks
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