Reason 2 Hate Me ft. Quin Nfn Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, Tempo, Tempo, GT, I'm finna give em a reason to hate me, yeah

Makin' life decisions off of your emotions, boy, I hope you realize that's some ho shit

No Chuck E. Cheese, but if bro starts the ratting, call up my goons, get you gone for a few tokens

Takin' shot after shot just like an alcoholic, must be brave if you leavin' me open

Ain't talkin' with the blicky, talkin' takin' a risk, steady providing gas like I'm Nolan

Feelin' like Ryan, get bread till the minute I'm dying, already had talent, don't care about Simon

Why should I get a man to decide what I should wear when I'm already stylin'

I put it on head to toe every day of the week, never stressin', been too busy vibin

Shawty wanna go to Panama City, I'm finna go take a lil trip to an island

Yeah, lil' thottie been singin' my songs, yeah, too stubborn ain't writing my wrongs, yeah

Shake em' off, Olajuwon, yeah, took a minute for em to catch on

Yeah, they starting to realize, I earned my stripes like I was inside a bee hive

My purpose, what I been startin' to realize, my Korean, Shawty stay rockin' the Filas

Let's go, yeah, I'm finna give em a reason to hate me, pissin' em off, that's what I been on lately

Up on my line, cause she wanna have my babies, I'm rockin' out, feelin' somethin' like I'm AC, DC

Diamonds all on my neck, VV, she want Ichiban, I'ma take her to Cicis

Belt on my waist like Bling Bling Boy, but I ain't rockin' B's, ho I got on the GG

Brush my teeth and count a dub, that's how I start my day

Throw the keys at the chauffeur, tell bro to park the Wraith

I'd be in my feelings too if I didn't get paid

Cleanin' up so nice, ain't no point to go get a maid, yeah

Feel like Boogie, I'm poppin' my shit so hard, finna make em' all go unfollow me

Quit askin' me about the bread, I ain't finna break a crumb, you should know this

Nacho cheese, bro, got shells everywhere he go, might pop your bell, but ain't got no taco meat

Nah for real, ain't nobody on my level, that's facts, punchin' all damn night Apollo Creed

Yeah, yeah, I feel like Apollo, goat in human form no Rylo Rodriguez

Block a ho, pack her sum like a cheesehead, bro, pushin' pounds, you would think he a meathead

Can't trust no one but my mama and Jesus

For real, nah, literally, no one but G-O-D, ridin' around with it on me like B03

Probably won't stop even if it's a C-O-P, in love with the clips, shoutout to that boy, Leo DiCaprio

AP no Casio, run up on me, leave em on the patio

Shoutout to all my doubters, they mad we glow

Finna take a trip to Cincinnati, bro, cause I been makin' hits like Elly

Keep on talkin', turn your brains into spaghetti

Finna blow up, never had to use confetti

It's no wonder that they jealous I been Steady

Ayy, I had to starve and I leave niggas ate, uh-huh

But I felt I'm the hardest

We had this vision way back when a nigga was trippin

Tryna tell me I was garbage, I could've signed to future back in 2019

But I ain't wanna sign to no artist, but I knew for sure I'd get it regardless

For real, and hold it down for my apartments, I lucked up

Put that heat on his ass like a tan

Thirty on this FN

These niggas just tryna be Quin

I took his hoe and I made her jump in

Ran up them racks till I couldn't even breathe

Ayy, what you know, missing out on Christmas Eve

Nowadays, we probably go overseas

This shit niggas talkin', ain't meanin' nothin

Better go on a scheme or somethin

Bro, walk down with that four nick, bless a nigga ass like he sneeze or somethin

Tell him free Sosa, he know Alicia for real

How he pushin' keys or somethin

Ayy, mama say quit hangin' around all them dog-ass niggas

They carryin' fleas or somethin

Huh, ya