I Hate Everybody
Ain't shit that these niggas
Ain't shit that these niggas can do to try and stop me
Bitch, we started all this shit, these lame niggas tryna copy
I'ma- I'ma- I'ma pop out with that Glock
Niggas know how I rock
Bitch we winning, we can't stop
Hating niggas love to talk
It's not just you, bitch I hate everybody
I be flexed up, Helmut Lang all up on my body
Ain't shit that these niggas can do to try and stop me
Bitch we started all this shit, these lame niggas tryna copy
We gon' make 'em throw a fit, once they notice that we up
All that woofin' on the net, shit not valid, you not tough
If we show up to yo' door, guarantee we call yo' bluff
All you niggas fucking suck, catch up, eat my dust
I'ma pop out with that Glock
Niggas know how I rock
Bitch, we winning, we can't stop
Hating niggas love to talk
But we still do our thing, cuz that shit just don't phase us
We straight out the trenches, yeah, that shit is what made us
Yo' bitch hit my line, finna fuck on her and make her famous
You niggas won't make it, tryna come to my hood cuz this shit get dangerous
We some beasts, can't tame us
Hate fuck niggas, they the strangest
Do a hit, catch us hopping out Ranges
Leave the side of ya' face just dangling
Bitch
Ain't shit that these niggas can do to try and stop me
Bitch, we started all this shit, these lame niggas tryna copy
I'ma- I'ma- I'ma pop out with that Glock
Niggas know how I rock
Bitch we winning, we can't stop
Hating niggas love to talk
It's not just you, bitch I hate everybody
I be flexed up, Helmut Lang all up on my body
Ain't shit that these niggas can do to try and stop me
Bitch we started all this shit, these lame niggas tryna copy
We gon' make 'em throw a fit, once they notice that we up
All that woofin' on the net, shit not valid, you not tough
If we show up to yo' door, guarantee we call yo' bluff
All you niggas fucking suck, catch up, eat my dust
I'ma pop out with that Glock
Niggas know how I rock
Bitch, we winning, we can't stop
Hating niggas love to talk
But we still do our thing, cuz that shit just don't phase us
We straight out the trenches, yeah, that shit is what made us
Yo' bitch hit my line, finna fuck on her and make her famous
You niggas won't make it, tryna come to my hood cuz this shit get dangerous
We some beasts, can't tame us
Hate fuck niggas, they the strangest
Do a hit, catch us hopping out Ranges
Leave the side of ya' face just dangling
Bitch
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Writer(s): Jerroud Butcher
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