Hate Me Lyrics

Damn, Gwala, you mixed the hell out of this

That's okay, Petre

I know why they hate me, I know why they hate me

My opps can't erase me, so they rather hate me

I know why they hate me, I know why they hate me

Keep the glock on me and it's never on safety

My trap, go stupid

You see my gun, I'm shootin

What else is it to do with it

I still trap a fool with it

Money's still my mood, nigga

I don't see me losin

This ain't what I'm doin

We the ones who move shit

Bitch stand up like Ludacris

Too much, I can't choose or pick

Knock her down like dominoes

Scratch her off the baddy list

She say, Gooch, you havin' too much fashion

Shit, my life a pic

I'ma get some VVs, diamonds shinin' on my neck

And wrist, they can't stand to see me

But they see me every chance they get

Bitch made me her MCM, I fucked her, I'm so passionate

Too much drip, might splash a, bitch

Watch out for my activist

No game, this ain't Activision

Up the scope, got active with it

Bitch, I ain't the family guy

But I'ma fight to get this chicken

Buck the right the feds, try and blitz us

Turn a Yoda to a Sprinter

You can't not, Out spin a spinner

Won't take long to get right with you

I'm YBN to my death

But that's just how I'm livin', nigga

I know why they hate me

I know why they hate me

My opps can't erase me

So they'd rather hate me

I know why they hate me

I know why they hate me

Keep the Glock on me and it's never on safety

My trap go stupid

You see my gun, I'm shootin

What else is it to do with it

I still trap a fool with it

Money still my mood, nigga

I don't see me losin

This ain't what I'm doin

We the ones who move shit

Watch out, see us pullin' up

Move around or give it up

This gun knock down monster trucks

Ain't no need to size you up

Nah, I ain't a barber

So these clips here ain't for shapin' up

This chopper scan your face like a iPhone

And make it open up

Too much bread, can't fold its stuff

Need two hands to hold it up

I got bands, so she gon' fuck

I don't believe in winner's luck

We gon' smoke you just like grass

Let's see if they see you in the dust

Y-O-D-A who I trust

I don't think you one of us

Nah, nigga, you ain't mob

You the nigga we gon' rob

They act like we don't go hard

Until we have to pull, they card

Im Gankin

And shit forever, mob

Treat this shit just like a job

They don't see me clockin

And if anything, I'm workin' out

I know why they hate me

I know why they hate me

My opps can't erase me

So they rather hate me

I know why they hate me

I know why they hate me

Keep it locked for me

And it's never on safety

My trap go stupid

You see my gun, I'm shootin

What else is it to do with it

I still trap a fool with it

Money's still my mood

Nigga, I don't see me losin

Just ain't what I'm doin

We the ones who move shit