Hatred
Hatred in his heart, it's fuck the other side till they dead
Spray with text like a toxic bitch, we left his ass on red
Will go stupid with that K, you probably think he special ed
Should've stayed up all the way, he would've been alive if he used his head
23 in that Glock, he gon' blow it till his pain gone
6 done hit his head, he ain't stop it till his brain's gone
Caught him up in traffic at that light, now his face gone
Slide up on his post, all his comments tellin' stay strong
More clips on this chopper, yeah, we charge his ass like Netflix
That bitch think she got me up, I'm chillin' with my next bitch
Popped his ass and sent him up, I'll meet him at the exit
Should've fed his stomach, now that nigga in a Wrexit
Bad bitch go down on me like she flyin' down to Texas
Pop me up a 10, I pop another so it ain't jealous
Get back on the way, I'll up that pole just like a deadlift
Gang just doin' God's work and sendin' niggas to heaven
How they dissin' when they got niggas in this shit that went fed
How they dissin' when they got more niggas in the grave for what they said
How they dissin' when they got niggas that got tagged for what we said
How they dissin' when they-nevermind, I can't regret what I don't regret
Uh, lit up 30 in that clip, started with Curry, I left with Dame
Painkillers my real affection, I guess I really never change
J.B. lost his soul, Mr. Blockhitta yeah, they know that name
You would think my nigga a hoofer overseas cause he score from range
Spray with text like a toxic bitch, we left his ass on red
Will go stupid with that K, you probably think he special ed
Should've stayed up all the way, he would've been alive if he used his head
23 in that Glock, he gon' blow it till his pain gone
6 done hit his head, he ain't stop it till his brain's gone
Caught him up in traffic at that light, now his face gone
Slide up on his post, all his comments tellin' stay strong
More clips on this chopper, yeah, we charge his ass like Netflix
That bitch think she got me up, I'm chillin' with my next bitch
Popped his ass and sent him up, I'll meet him at the exit
Should've fed his stomach, now that nigga in a Wrexit
Bad bitch go down on me like she flyin' down to Texas
Pop me up a 10, I pop another so it ain't jealous
Get back on the way, I'll up that pole just like a deadlift
Gang just doin' God's work and sendin' niggas to heaven
How they dissin' when they got niggas in this shit that went fed
How they dissin' when they got more niggas in the grave for what they said
How they dissin' when they got niggas that got tagged for what we said
How they dissin' when they-nevermind, I can't regret what I don't regret
Uh, lit up 30 in that clip, started with Curry, I left with Dame
Painkillers my real affection, I guess I really never change
J.B. lost his soul, Mr. Blockhitta yeah, they know that name
You would think my nigga a hoofer overseas cause he score from range
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Writer(s): Tramaine Mcfarland
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