Make You Hate Me
Yo, yo, yo, yo
It's DJ Whatever
Shoutout to the slowest Rover in the county
You know who you are
You a fuck nigga!
Ha ha ha
If I had your... hands on mine
I would chop them bitches off right now
When I'm lit like that
I might pull up out the whip on your jit like that
Cause it get like that
I get her number then I hit right back, not a pimp like that
You a simp like that
We in the vip rolling piff like that, ima get right back
Hella clips on deck
We in New York rolling nicks like that
Cause we live like that
Nigga, now we at the stadium
These bitches playin with his penis used to play with em
I used to lay it on the line but now they lay with him
A couple of em staying with him til the a&m
Sometimes we isn't slaying em
I might just roll a J with em
But I'm a monster making monsters when I'm paying em
We probably off Jamaican runs
They hit you for vacation runtz
And you be making fun
Cuz you the one that's dating em
You say I'm always on your mind
I know that I be wasting time
I know that this whole night's a vibe
It's a vibe, aye!
Some nights I don't know how to feel
Seat back like "Jesus take the wheel"
I hope that maybe we can chill
For the night, I
I could drive you crazy
Make you hate me
But you can't save me
No way, no way
I could drive you crazy
Make you hate me
But you can't save me
No way, no way, no way
And if I fall back, I hope you call back
I hope you off this, you hope I'm off that
New foes, new faces, new roles, new places
Old heart too vacant
In a fresh start, too spacious
It's, no room for me, no foolery
No trust in the bul
Too many jokes, like Justin Laboy
Too many folks, Mike fuck with the bul
So I gotta keep it real
Just a product of the field
But I'm in the house nigga, on the couch with her
On the cloud with her
IG caption, know she with it
Aye, aye, captain
Know I drive you crazy like taxes
Know you hate me like caskets
Fighting for you like Cassius
Call me baby, aye!
You say I'm always on your mind
I know that I be wasting time
I know that this whole night's a vibe
It's a vibe, aye!
Some nights I don't know how to feel
Seat back like "Jesus take the wheel"
I hope that maybe we can chill
For the night, I
I could drive you crazy
Make you hate me
But you can't save me
No way, no way
I could drive you crazy
Make you hate me
But you can't save me
No way, no way, no way
It's DJ Whatever
Shoutout to the slowest Rover in the county
You know who you are
You a fuck nigga!
Ha ha ha
If I had your... hands on mine
I would chop them bitches off right now
When I'm lit like that
I might pull up out the whip on your jit like that
Cause it get like that
I get her number then I hit right back, not a pimp like that
You a simp like that
We in the vip rolling piff like that, ima get right back
Hella clips on deck
We in New York rolling nicks like that
Cause we live like that
Nigga, now we at the stadium
These bitches playin with his penis used to play with em
I used to lay it on the line but now they lay with him
A couple of em staying with him til the a&m
Sometimes we isn't slaying em
I might just roll a J with em
But I'm a monster making monsters when I'm paying em
We probably off Jamaican runs
They hit you for vacation runtz
And you be making fun
Cuz you the one that's dating em
You say I'm always on your mind
I know that I be wasting time
I know that this whole night's a vibe
It's a vibe, aye!
Some nights I don't know how to feel
Seat back like "Jesus take the wheel"
I hope that maybe we can chill
For the night, I
I could drive you crazy
Make you hate me
But you can't save me
No way, no way
I could drive you crazy
Make you hate me
But you can't save me
No way, no way, no way
And if I fall back, I hope you call back
I hope you off this, you hope I'm off that
New foes, new faces, new roles, new places
Old heart too vacant
In a fresh start, too spacious
It's, no room for me, no foolery
No trust in the bul
Too many jokes, like Justin Laboy
Too many folks, Mike fuck with the bul
So I gotta keep it real
Just a product of the field
But I'm in the house nigga, on the couch with her
On the cloud with her
IG caption, know she with it
Aye, aye, captain
Know I drive you crazy like taxes
Know you hate me like caskets
Fighting for you like Cassius
Call me baby, aye!
You say I'm always on your mind
I know that I be wasting time
I know that this whole night's a vibe
It's a vibe, aye!
Some nights I don't know how to feel
Seat back like "Jesus take the wheel"
I hope that maybe we can chill
For the night, I
I could drive you crazy
Make you hate me
But you can't save me
No way, no way
I could drive you crazy
Make you hate me
But you can't save me
No way, no way, no way
Credits
Writer(s): Micahel Anthony Jr Thomas, Cameron Molfetta, Akash Lakhani, Vianey Mfuamba, Malik Montgomery
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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