Hate Me
Mismatching designer this Gucci and fendi
I make broke hoes gimmie face in a Bentley
It's like I die every night boy I'm feeling like Kenny
My Glock hold fifty I'm swerving off henny
Stiff arm the bitch I feel like Derrick Henry
Put a switch on the Glock it's fully auto not semi
I'm back on my bull shit I'm feeling like Benny
It's plenty shots on me this stick gone defend me
I been gone for a while they don't know where I been
Shit come straight off the dome I don't pick up the pen
Since a jit I been different ain't never blend in
I got tint on my windows can't see out or in
She told me she love me same day that she met me
Went an got me a dolly these racks getting heavy
Hold the Glock steady might pop like confetti
My shooter got dreads he tote blicks and machetes
I ran up them racks it ain't shit else to do
Why you worried bout me you need to worry bout you
Man that fuck nigga tried me all heard was boom
I sent his soul right up past the moon
Im the shit niggas know it ain't up for discussion
Made you bitch give brain like a fucking concussion
Niggas wanna show love still ain't getting shit from me
If ain't about money boy you shouldn't trust it
Deep dicking this hoe off the perc going rounds
Drop a uhh in the cup now the sprite turning brown
I done flashed her some money she looking like wow
If he don't use his brain I put it on the ground
If I want it I buy it don't care bout the cost
You niggas ride dick that shit gay knock it off
If He use my name the wrong way knock him off
You gotta take losses to become a boss
She wanna lay up all day hoe I cannot do it I'm out making plays
Nigga play he gone need first aid we can't get into im blowing his brain
I thought about icing the chain just to show niggas that I'm getting paid
Fuck kissing I'm tryna get laid I don't love the bitch only love Mary Jane
I'm swerving and switching through lanes I can't even see out these designer frames
I want money don't care bout the fame i don't need a label Eli self made
Off a perc I'm not feeling the pain but I'm hearing shit who keep saying my name
She don't want me oh well that's a shame hundred rounds on me the fuck is a fade
Mismatching designer this Gucci and fendi
I make broke hoes gimmie face in a Bentley
It's like I die every night boy I'm feeling like Kenny
My Glock hold fifty I'm swerving off henny
Stiff arm the bitch I feel like Derrick Henry
Put a switch on the Glock it's fully auto not semi
I'm back on my bull shit I'm feeling like Benny
It's plenty shots on me this stick gone defend me
I get it spooky at night feel like Michael
I paint her face you would think she was tribal
I'm just tryna fuck she can not be my bridal
She just my homie we don't got a title
Run the money up than go to sleep it's a cycle
I sip lean to go to sleep like it's NyQuil
Perky abuser I fucked up my vitals
My wallet holding more paper than bibles
Throw dirt on my name I know yo shawty digging me
Imma play in her stomach make sure yo bitch feeling me
Im tryna stack this shit high where the ceiling be
Keep a stick on me they plotting on killing me
I'm tryna bone on yo bitch like some cartilage
You can get smoked come around we not arguing
They all on the wave I'm the nigga who started it
These niggas cap they just rhyme on some artist shit
You suck dick hoe I cannot kiss you
You can leave if you want hoe I will not miss you
Slime on my side wipe his nose like a tissue
Beam on the Glock from a distance I'll hit you
I haunt this bitch dreams PT Casper
Now everybody tryna be a damn rapper
Let me find out she treesh imma smack her
It's PT Krueger boy I need a pastor
Mismatching designer this Gucci and fendi
I make broke hoes gimmie face in a Bentley
It's like I die every night boy I'm feeling like Kenny
My Glock hold fifty I'm swerving off henny
Stiff arm the bitch I feel like Derrick Henry
Put a switch on the Glock it's fully auto not semi
I'm back on my bull shit I'm feeling like Benny
It's plenty shots on me this stick gone defend me
I make broke hoes gimmie face in a Bentley
It's like I die every night boy I'm feeling like Kenny
My Glock hold fifty I'm swerving off henny
Stiff arm the bitch I feel like Derrick Henry
Put a switch on the Glock it's fully auto not semi
I'm back on my bull shit I'm feeling like Benny
It's plenty shots on me this stick gone defend me
I been gone for a while they don't know where I been
Shit come straight off the dome I don't pick up the pen
Since a jit I been different ain't never blend in
I got tint on my windows can't see out or in
She told me she love me same day that she met me
Went an got me a dolly these racks getting heavy
Hold the Glock steady might pop like confetti
My shooter got dreads he tote blicks and machetes
I ran up them racks it ain't shit else to do
Why you worried bout me you need to worry bout you
Man that fuck nigga tried me all heard was boom
I sent his soul right up past the moon
Im the shit niggas know it ain't up for discussion
Made you bitch give brain like a fucking concussion
Niggas wanna show love still ain't getting shit from me
If ain't about money boy you shouldn't trust it
Deep dicking this hoe off the perc going rounds
Drop a uhh in the cup now the sprite turning brown
I done flashed her some money she looking like wow
If he don't use his brain I put it on the ground
If I want it I buy it don't care bout the cost
You niggas ride dick that shit gay knock it off
If He use my name the wrong way knock him off
You gotta take losses to become a boss
She wanna lay up all day hoe I cannot do it I'm out making plays
Nigga play he gone need first aid we can't get into im blowing his brain
I thought about icing the chain just to show niggas that I'm getting paid
Fuck kissing I'm tryna get laid I don't love the bitch only love Mary Jane
I'm swerving and switching through lanes I can't even see out these designer frames
I want money don't care bout the fame i don't need a label Eli self made
Off a perc I'm not feeling the pain but I'm hearing shit who keep saying my name
She don't want me oh well that's a shame hundred rounds on me the fuck is a fade
Mismatching designer this Gucci and fendi
I make broke hoes gimmie face in a Bentley
It's like I die every night boy I'm feeling like Kenny
My Glock hold fifty I'm swerving off henny
Stiff arm the bitch I feel like Derrick Henry
Put a switch on the Glock it's fully auto not semi
I'm back on my bull shit I'm feeling like Benny
It's plenty shots on me this stick gone defend me
I get it spooky at night feel like Michael
I paint her face you would think she was tribal
I'm just tryna fuck she can not be my bridal
She just my homie we don't got a title
Run the money up than go to sleep it's a cycle
I sip lean to go to sleep like it's NyQuil
Perky abuser I fucked up my vitals
My wallet holding more paper than bibles
Throw dirt on my name I know yo shawty digging me
Imma play in her stomach make sure yo bitch feeling me
Im tryna stack this shit high where the ceiling be
Keep a stick on me they plotting on killing me
I'm tryna bone on yo bitch like some cartilage
You can get smoked come around we not arguing
They all on the wave I'm the nigga who started it
These niggas cap they just rhyme on some artist shit
You suck dick hoe I cannot kiss you
You can leave if you want hoe I will not miss you
Slime on my side wipe his nose like a tissue
Beam on the Glock from a distance I'll hit you
I haunt this bitch dreams PT Casper
Now everybody tryna be a damn rapper
Let me find out she treesh imma smack her
It's PT Krueger boy I need a pastor
Mismatching designer this Gucci and fendi
I make broke hoes gimmie face in a Bentley
It's like I die every night boy I'm feeling like Kenny
My Glock hold fifty I'm swerving off henny
Stiff arm the bitch I feel like Derrick Henry
Put a switch on the Glock it's fully auto not semi
I'm back on my bull shit I'm feeling like Benny
It's plenty shots on me this stick gone defend me
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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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