Hate On Us

I be on some money shit you fake pussys can't hang with us
Since they want the smoke we go turn they ass into angle dust
Thumping through this bread like I'm pealing off that bread crust
Put fear in theses niggas that's the reason why they hating on us
I be on some money shit you fake pussys can't hang with us
Since they want the smoke we go turn they ass into angle dust
Thumping through this bread like I'm pealing off that bread crust
Put fear in theses niggas that's the reason why they hating on us

Damnn bitch
We getting rich
Always on some pac shit like we thug life up in this bitch
My niggas on go you better get yo mug right in this bitch
My hittas some steppas like me moving silent in this bitch pussy
Aye damn that shit crazy
I'm from the block where hate me
Imma doriemiller baby
We strap up just like the navy
Throwing bullets just like I'm Brady
That shit don't even fazed me
Go crazy we all gravy

Going straight in because we going to the top
You niggas so weak that you niggas go flop
If you like it or not
Spot me an opp
And I Shot from the top
Like I shoot off the block
And I shoot to kill
And I'm bound to drill
These niggas be tweaking like they popped a pill
I'm soicey mf I'll give you chills
I empty out the 30 get a refill
I circle your block til I get a kill
You can catch me outside no dr Phil
Wont never stop till I get a mill
Going head first like I'm off a hill
I'm getting to the banks like I'm uncle phil
Knock his ass out like he had night quill
Give his ass some night quill
Fuck it imma sign a deal
And we ball out like I'm grant hill
Y'all better listen like a fire drill
Or we go slide right out a bonneville

I be on that money shit
Money shit
You be on that bummy shit
Bummy shit
I be on that money shit
Money shit
You be on that bummy shit

I be on some money shit you fake pussys can't hang with us
Since they want the smoke we go turn they ass into angle dust
Thumping through this bread like I'm pealing off that bread crust
Put fear in theses niggas that's the reason why they hating on us
I be on some money shit you fake pussys can't hang with us
Since they want the smoke we go turn they ass into angle dust
Thumping through this bread like I'm pealing off that bread crust
Put fear in theses niggas that's the reason why they hating on us



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Davis
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