Hate Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Ion get It
Ion get it
Ion get It
Come on
Come on
I'm on the money making mission barely looking at the hate
Don't like my brother situation took them charges for a snake
If the goal is to be fed why you trippin on your plate
Every time they brought feast you know a motherfucka ate
Oh they don't like how I be talking shit I'm popping it foreal
They know I still got that hunger give a fuck about a deal
Never liked a messy hoe just keep it quiet keep it sealed
If you know that you ain't ready grab yo cleats get off the field
That's a hunnid that's fasho bout my green I'm on go
Like em bad long hair, pretty nails, pretty toes
Never givin out a feature gotta pay you ain't the bros
If you told me some of yo secrets never fold and never told
Yeah that's me ian never been no opp or no rat
Ian never crossed my man never stabbed em in the back
And it be hard for me to trust cause I'm quick to get attached
I could feel like we in love whole time you ain't my match
I'm so motherfucking
Unh unh
Motherfuckin p these niggas ain't put in no work but say they hard so let me see
Yeah they the type to come and play but I make love to the beat
The hood look at yo like opps but you got love for the streets
I'm on the money making mission barely looking at the hate
Don't like my brother situation took them charges for a snake
If the goal is to be fed why you trippin on your plate
Every time they brought feast you know a motherfucka ate
Oh they don't like how I be talking shit I'm popping it foreal
They know I still got that hunger give a fuck about a deal
Never liked a messy hoe just keep it quiet keep it sealed
If you know that you ain't ready grab yo cleats get off the field
Never liked a messy hoe just keep it quiet keep it sealed
Oh they don't like how I be talking shit I'm popping it foreal
If you know that you ain't ready grab yo cleats get off the field
They know I still got that hunger give a fuck about a deal
Yeah
Outlaw don't abide by no rules
Havin hella paper fill my pocket up wit blues
Only twenty wit a twenty and some 762's
Yeah I know the beef was old brazy put em on the news
Caught a vibe from a nigga I can tell he ain't like me maybe cause a nigga lit
Maybe cause I hit his wifey
The type to take a nigga bitch say get her back in blood I'm shiesty
Know these niggas counterfit ain't gone do that shit he typing
Get it now we never wait ran it up from moving weight
Fucked up all my niggas felons we can't even leave the state
20k straight to the lawyer hope my brother beat his case
If he do we hit miami trip to Florida on the way
Kmg that's my big brother play with dip then you gone lay
Out in cali with the vibes hit the bay I'm with ya bae
I got jammed with my brother we got out still on that same shit
Loyalty over everything gone leave with who I came with