Hating Niggas (Bonus Track)
Rolling round thru the trap
Show em the way
Like my name google maps
It's time to get a bag
Mane fuck all of that hate
Saluting real niggas
Like they the leader of the states
Say,
Fuck them bum niggas
that be hating
Try to go against me
End up just like Sarah Patin
They hating from a distance
Cause they know they'll never face me
Fuck them niggas
That ain't got no bag
That be hating
From the stands
Run up on me
Ima blast
From the past
Throwing shots
Cause it's in me
Even on my worst day
You niggas couldn't see me
Gone take a lot more of y'all
If you gone defeat me
I stand alone
On the throne
That yo city gave
Hate me
Maybe
My money
Raising
Y'all
Fading
I'm
Blazing
A blunt for every nigga
That be hating
So I'm higher than a bitch
Got these blunts rotating
Can't hear nun of you niggas
Or speak ya language
I swear y'all such a bore
Y'all be having me sedated
Might cop a whip
Just to stop ya circulation
Might fuck ya ex bitch
Cause the shit is fascinating
Ima pay you hoes dust
Cause ya acting outrageous
Hate is a disease
It's contagious
I try to stay humble
Stack my money
Stay gracious
Beat every obstacle
And leave you fuck niggas faceless
Fuck that nigga
Fuck them niggas
Fuck you nigga
Out here hating
but not bringing in no figures
If it ain't bout the money
I don't want no dealings
Fuck that nigga
Fuck them niggas
Fuck you niggas
Some nigga used to pray for me
Now them same niggas
They be tryna prey on me
Some of y'all niggas
Hate the mention of my name
But I'm forever here standing
With the smoke and flames
I swear y'all niggas so lame
It's a shame
I'm
In shock
You getting no money
Standing still
Deadlock
While my accountant on the phone
Buying up stock
I call you pelicans
All you do is flock
To what's hot
I'm getting money nonstop
Y'all move to slow
Crockpot
I move alone
No co-op
See I'm a boss and i get to the paper
Used to give damn
Now it's fuck all you haters
Cut the fugazie
Get some money maybe
You can live this greatly
Fuck whoever hating
This for my niggas that be getting fucking paper
Who could give a damn about another broke hater
Fuck that nigga
Fuck them niggas
Fuck you nigga
Out here hating
but not bringing in no figures
If it ain't bout the money
I don't want no dealings
Fuck that nigga
Fuck them niggas
Fuck you niggas
Show em the way
Like my name google maps
It's time to get a bag
Mane fuck all of that hate
Saluting real niggas
Like they the leader of the states
Say,
Fuck them bum niggas
that be hating
Try to go against me
End up just like Sarah Patin
They hating from a distance
Cause they know they'll never face me
Fuck them niggas
That ain't got no bag
That be hating
From the stands
Run up on me
Ima blast
From the past
Throwing shots
Cause it's in me
Even on my worst day
You niggas couldn't see me
Gone take a lot more of y'all
If you gone defeat me
I stand alone
On the throne
That yo city gave
Hate me
Maybe
My money
Raising
Y'all
Fading
I'm
Blazing
A blunt for every nigga
That be hating
So I'm higher than a bitch
Got these blunts rotating
Can't hear nun of you niggas
Or speak ya language
I swear y'all such a bore
Y'all be having me sedated
Might cop a whip
Just to stop ya circulation
Might fuck ya ex bitch
Cause the shit is fascinating
Ima pay you hoes dust
Cause ya acting outrageous
Hate is a disease
It's contagious
I try to stay humble
Stack my money
Stay gracious
Beat every obstacle
And leave you fuck niggas faceless
Fuck that nigga
Fuck them niggas
Fuck you nigga
Out here hating
but not bringing in no figures
If it ain't bout the money
I don't want no dealings
Fuck that nigga
Fuck them niggas
Fuck you niggas
Some nigga used to pray for me
Now them same niggas
They be tryna prey on me
Some of y'all niggas
Hate the mention of my name
But I'm forever here standing
With the smoke and flames
I swear y'all niggas so lame
It's a shame
I'm
In shock
You getting no money
Standing still
Deadlock
While my accountant on the phone
Buying up stock
I call you pelicans
All you do is flock
To what's hot
I'm getting money nonstop
Y'all move to slow
Crockpot
I move alone
No co-op
See I'm a boss and i get to the paper
Used to give damn
Now it's fuck all you haters
Cut the fugazie
Get some money maybe
You can live this greatly
Fuck whoever hating
This for my niggas that be getting fucking paper
Who could give a damn about another broke hater
Fuck that nigga
Fuck them niggas
Fuck you nigga
Out here hating
but not bringing in no figures
If it ain't bout the money
I don't want no dealings
Fuck that nigga
Fuck them niggas
Fuck you niggas
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Writer(s): Sametric Elmore
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