Hate Me Now!
Ayy, uh, uh
These bitches tryna test me, but this ain't no TCAP
I'll pass you the wood, but I ain't passin nan strap
She bringin' up my past like a nigga need a recap
She ride me in the whip, I had to push my whole seat back
Damn, I finna relapse
Gone off the medical
Swear she get freaky when she high off them edibles
Poppin' tabs and geekin, I'm too high at this festival
How you mad cause I?.
Mane I'm tired of these petty hoes
She done said I grew up, guess you tryna date me now
That lil' bitch can chew up, I can't tell you how she ate me now
Walked up in her room, she playin' that Chris Brown "Take You Down"
Thought I was gon' eat your pussy, You gon' really hate me now
Show me how you shake it now
Roll me up a wood but I'ma show you how to break it down
GPS told me turn here, I took the safer route
Park the car, I'ma spark right here and check my bank account
It just hit, thank you now
(It just hit, thank you now)
(Parked the car, I'ma spot right here and check my bank account)
(GPS told me turn here, I took the safe route)
Uh, You ain't say it but you said it
Got a home up in the parish
Put a hole up in your jersey, how he shootin like Cam Reddish?
Got me fuckin' on your bitch, she like the way I'm so mannish
And she grabbin' on my dick but it's my stick, I can't help it
I got a gun fetish
Blockin' shit like Tetris
Blowin' up my line, you coulda sent a whole message
I'ma catch him when I see him since he think he so reckless
Homeless niggas makin' disses but can't find no shelter
Spark on me, no welder, but I tote that hoe faithfully
Know she gettin' better cause she suck it so graciously
Know some real deal steppers puttin' holes up in Hillbilly
You can trick them white folks, nigga ain't trickin' me
Nigga ain't blitzin' me
40 to his face, he like, "Why this virgin kissin' me?"
Runnin' to the net after you got done dissin' me
Coon ass nigga, don't even know his own ethnicity
Tryin' to get publicity
Really just a bitch, you see?
Nigga, is you shittin' me?
Nigga talkin' tough, Think it's helpin' your lil' dignity
Volunteered to be on a T
I ain't talkin' Tennessee
I don't know your condition But I swear it's gon' be critically
So many shots, nigga, thought he was an infantry
Steady gettin' commas, no you niggas can't sentence me
Say you tellin' stories, nigga, fuck your documentary
Bitch ass nigga tendencies
Even your daddy agree with me
These bitches tryna test me, but this ain't no TCAP
I'll pass you the wood, but I ain't passin nan strap
She bringin' up my past like a nigga need a recap
She ride me in the whip, I had to push my whole seat back
Damn, I finna relapse
Gone off the medical
Swear she get freaky when she high off them edibles
Poppin' tabs and geekin, I'm too high at this festival
How you mad cause I?.
Mane I'm tired of these petty hoes
She done said I grew up, guess you tryna date me now
That lil' bitch can chew up, I can't tell you how she ate me now
Walked up in her room, she playin' that Chris Brown "Take You Down"
Thought I was gon' eat your pussy, You gon' really hate me now
Show me how you shake it now
Roll me up a wood but I'ma show you how to break it down
GPS told me turn here, I took the safer route
Park the car, I'ma spark right here and check my bank account
It just hit, thank you now
(It just hit, thank you now)
(Parked the car, I'ma spot right here and check my bank account)
(GPS told me turn here, I took the safe route)
Uh, You ain't say it but you said it
Got a home up in the parish
Put a hole up in your jersey, how he shootin like Cam Reddish?
Got me fuckin' on your bitch, she like the way I'm so mannish
And she grabbin' on my dick but it's my stick, I can't help it
I got a gun fetish
Blockin' shit like Tetris
Blowin' up my line, you coulda sent a whole message
I'ma catch him when I see him since he think he so reckless
Homeless niggas makin' disses but can't find no shelter
Spark on me, no welder, but I tote that hoe faithfully
Know she gettin' better cause she suck it so graciously
Know some real deal steppers puttin' holes up in Hillbilly
You can trick them white folks, nigga ain't trickin' me
Nigga ain't blitzin' me
40 to his face, he like, "Why this virgin kissin' me?"
Runnin' to the net after you got done dissin' me
Coon ass nigga, don't even know his own ethnicity
Tryin' to get publicity
Really just a bitch, you see?
Nigga, is you shittin' me?
Nigga talkin' tough, Think it's helpin' your lil' dignity
Volunteered to be on a T
I ain't talkin' Tennessee
I don't know your condition But I swear it's gon' be critically
So many shots, nigga, thought he was an infantry
Steady gettin' commas, no you niggas can't sentence me
Say you tellin' stories, nigga, fuck your documentary
Bitch ass nigga tendencies
Even your daddy agree with me
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Writer(s): Logan Williams
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