Smell The Hate Lyrics

Loady

Who tf niggas thought they was

Don't tryda bang on me (stupid)

Glocc clip got 20 and some change on it

Pops just called my phone he like listen (what up)

Niggas snakes son you should keep ya distance (fuck em)

I'm all about my bread, my dough, my biscuits

Ball in my hand, tryna dodge err hit sticc

I had to hide that recipe, that I was whippin

Cause these niggas kept probing inna kitchen

No stand still, nigga travel, what pivot

Niggas be hoes, I'm talkin hoes like bitches

And you know hoes get expose like snitches

I told D I want em frozed by Christmas

25 on his head he ain't even worth 50

Bullets whistling, they just try n get attention

You hit the brain, I'm cashin out all fifty's

They hit the brain I cashed em out all fifty's

Bodies gettin dropped left and right, we front center

Clear the back door cause that's the way we gone enter

Money bring power it don't bring no respect

I been respected way before I had money

Now be respectful hand over that money

Disrespect me I'ma have to blast something

Fye his ass up, let the bullets do the sizzle-lin

John be the shooter I just got the rock dribble-lin

Alotta niggas bit my hand when I was feedin em

Got the state money and forgot they use to need me

Now how tf you forget you used to need me

I say they selfish, they really greedy

They done lost a real shot caller and a hitman

Couldn't lean on them other niggas, they ain't kickstands

I'm at the game floor seats I'm a big fan

I send a hit, the goin down like quicc sand

Pop another perk before I hit this location

Mask up, mask off, they'on no faces

Blast one, blast all, we'on leave patience

Or no faces, describe by relatives

We'on do the sliding nomo, we stay skatin

Every mission we done did we done got away

Taco just came home nigga, Mike did too

Three inna row nigga, Mike did two

Now we gone let these niggas know that we the truth

My shooter sick, he still sliding wit the flu

I call em 23 with the Glock 22

Still on they block tryna drop 22

You know the gang still doin shit fa Boo

Long live Macc we tryna do fa you too

You hit the brain, I'm cashin out all fifty's

They hit the brain I cashed em out all fifty's