Everybody Hates Us ft. Lil Nuskii, sG Toot, BraDy & Tai Dripp Lyrics

That bih recording?

Sayless

Drip

What the fuck goin' Z

YTC

Jay, Jay, you cook this

Everybody hate Chris? Nah

Everybody hate this

YTC, we them young niggas poppin' out with Dog shit

Hit the B on the road, & we in a hog, bitch

Just chill with us a couple days, we'll show you How to ball bitch

Big boy Racks, just fucked her ones & sent her Back

I like money talk

If it ain't none of that, don't hit my jack

Say, drip, the fuck these niggas on

I know they out here hatin'

YTC the biggest

What the fuck

These shit ain't no debatin'

I got racks all in my coat

I got racks all on the floor

Hit the A im with the bro

You ain't tryna fuck, bitch, hit the door

Got Desiigner on my clothes

Hit the B im with lil bo

Keep watchin' me, gon' see your hoe

Few more months, this shit gon' blow

Just be 5 im with the slimes

You aint ready to roll, get left behind

I'ma bust this 40, this ain't no 9

Put a chain on my neck before I wipe down

Really piped up, nigga, I can't chain

I ran this shit up, freeband gang

You know they fucked up when, I got me some Change

Eat your shit up double down with the gang

Young Brady

I ain't chris , so why you hate me

Smoke ain't over, don't thinks it gravy

My gang get money, nobody lazy

Want a feature? nigga come and pay me

Can't smoke my Za, just cus the neighbors

Give me one reason why you hate it

Blrrrd.. park your car, he don't do no valet

Lil' bruh spinnin' shit like Ballet

Cant say no name, he poppin' broad day

Payday nigga, know its Friday

I might pop out, spray ground

I ain't goin' to school, bitch, full of racks

Send your shooter cross

These tracks, I guarantee

You won't get em back

Better Duck yo Taco

Snuck' this bitch with a hollow

Dick in her gut, got her singing a high note

Built for this shit, what the fuck I'ma cry for

She naggin' about shit I ain't even got time for

All these racks, poke out my pants

Your bitch ain't nothin', that ho a fan

That ho a scram, won't go for nothin'

I wrapped it up just like Saran

Just like Saran

I got racks in my pocket, I just might hit a dance

Fucked her and her friend

I ain't even do it on purpose

Lil bih know im just playing

Feelin' like the man

Put a dick in the glock, dress it up like a trans

Wrap it up, rub a band

Jet burn me a car, I can get you a ten

Everybody hates Chris

I love you

I love you