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Letra : Hating Us
Lil boy you a lame, no you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they a**, high like angel dust
I was broke as f**k then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*t*h you a lame to us
We done pa**ed all they a**, now they hatin' us
Laid up on they a**, but now I'm back at it
In love with by bread, b*t*h I'm a bag addict (okay, aye, aye)
These boys think they better, really bad at it
B*t*h I'm countin' up all my cheddar, doin' mathematics (hahaha)
You know I can't save no hoe (yeah, yеah)
Diamonds all on my neck, my sh*t like H2O (okay, go)
I just got a new goddamn chеck, I got a bag to blow (woo)
And I been done had that b*t*h, no you can't have the hoe (woah, woah)
What you say bout me?
I got a brand new stick and I fill that b*t*h with .223's
I can't play bout mine lil n***a, that sh*t on G-O-D
He play with my slime, I owe that lil bro R.I.P
Bag, after bag, after bag, in my bank account
Cops on my a**, hit the dash, they can't catch me now
These boys never real, they wearin' masks, too much fakes around
I said, please don't send me sh*t, your music a**, he a hater now
Lil boy you a lame, no you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they a**, high like angel dust
I was broke as f**k then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*t*h you a lame to us
We done pa**ed all they a**, now they hatin' us
I was broke as f**k, yeah I was down bad on my d**k (yeah)
That sh*t is not sanitary, get up off my d**k
They say "Ty, you sound like this, and this, and this, and this"
They say "Ty, you know you look like-" huh, get off my d**k (yes)
You was just a failure, tellin' me about my sh*t, woah
Put my mama in diamonds, shinin' like this, and this, and this (what?)
Keep my chicken and my [?], they only Crips
She can have my children, unless they sittin' [?], Ricky
I don't even let her touch my pants to unzip
Yeah, tyin' up my waistband, FN on my hip
I can hit a lick, b*t*h or do it off the scrip (do it off the-)
Have some slimes that wanna slime me out, now take you a Timb
Lil boy you a lame, no you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they a**, high like angel dust
I was broke as f**k then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*t*h you a lame to us
We done pa**ed all they a**, now they hatin' us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they a**, high like angel dust
I was broke as f**k then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*t*h you a lame to us
We done pa**ed all they a**, now they hatin' us
Laid up on they a**, but now I'm back at it
In love with by bread, b*t*h I'm a bag addict (okay, aye, aye)
These boys think they better, really bad at it
B*t*h I'm countin' up all my cheddar, doin' mathematics (hahaha)
You know I can't save no hoe (yeah, yеah)
Diamonds all on my neck, my sh*t like H2O (okay, go)
I just got a new goddamn chеck, I got a bag to blow (woo)
And I been done had that b*t*h, no you can't have the hoe (woah, woah)
What you say bout me?
I got a brand new stick and I fill that b*t*h with .223's
I can't play bout mine lil n***a, that sh*t on G-O-D
He play with my slime, I owe that lil bro R.I.P
Bag, after bag, after bag, in my bank account
Cops on my a**, hit the dash, they can't catch me now
These boys never real, they wearin' masks, too much fakes around
I said, please don't send me sh*t, your music a**, he a hater now
Lil boy you a lame, no you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they a**, high like angel dust
I was broke as f**k then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*t*h you a lame to us
We done pa**ed all they a**, now they hatin' us
I was broke as f**k, yeah I was down bad on my d**k (yeah)
That sh*t is not sanitary, get up off my d**k
They say "Ty, you sound like this, and this, and this, and this"
They say "Ty, you know you look like-" huh, get off my d**k (yes)
You was just a failure, tellin' me about my sh*t, woah
Put my mama in diamonds, shinin' like this, and this, and this (what?)
Keep my chicken and my [?], they only Crips
She can have my children, unless they sittin' [?], Ricky
I don't even let her touch my pants to unzip
Yeah, tyin' up my waistband, FN on my hip
I can hit a lick, b*t*h or do it off the scrip (do it off the-)
Have some slimes that wanna slime me out, now take you a Timb
Lil boy you a lame, no you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they a**, high like angel dust
I was broke as f**k then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*t*h you a lame to us
We done pa**ed all they a**, now they hatin' us
