Hate 2 ft. Snow Iv God & RIP Lefteye Lyrics

IV

Die For

Yeet

I got the ratchet i'm handy man

But i work with the hands like a man

With that work not some grams

You must be burning foil

If you think that you'll foil my plans

When i get bands i'ma spoil my friends

And hit you with 6 feet of soil or sand

Sand if i think to leave soil for plants

This factory power the whole solar plant

My medallion on water

I'm spoiling plants

I'ma need more like we at burning man

Don't make me turn to my brand

You're gonna find out it's more me than i am

I tried the truth but the truth doesn't scan

So now i'm just picking your tooth out my hand

Like coin it and sell it like proof in a can

Like don't let me loose or i'll do you like him

You hater, you

Hate made you, you

You hate that you're you

Like i made you, you

You hate everyday

So they hate you too

Hate made you, you

But you cant hate a hater like they can hate you

You hater, you

Hate made you, you

You hated you

I'm doing me and you're Jealous

It's gotta be me when you're not doing you

Yeah Cool

You hater, you

Hate made you, you

You hate that you're you

Like it made you, you

Hate everyday

So they hate you too

Your face

Anything

Fuck you

Your clothes

Your shoes

Wack

Hater shit

Lol

Wait

Your clothes

And your shoes

All they deserve

No energy for the haters

Bitch

I gotta offend you don't have a choice you gotta defend

And you gotta depend on me

To slip up to body a win

I embody a god the universe helps me hardly enough

Softer than tupperware, i noticed you ain't tough

Sun flares directly off my glare when staring at the end of you

You never do the shit that you pretend to do

Shes on her period i'm at my end as well

I moved to conquer heaven let me finish with hell

Said they cant break, i watch them Kit Kat

Tsk Tsk Tsk can you hear the Twix crack

Bitch click click we don't need a dispatch

I will run up in ya shit again

Where ya shit at

I don't wanna play with dummy games, dude we mismatched

Guess you missed ya mark, ya markets dead, but i am dead shot

Dead ass serious, kettle poppin, it gets hot

Ben 10 diamonds to invest in my wrist watch

Just so i can watch ya soul glaze over coal

Let'em know, it's Aurora Snow

Yeah my aura gold

Get it old

Let it last so long, boy it's over

Hating on me from like two worlds over

Please don't hate no more sir

Please don't hate no more sir

Already settled for some tea and rolled up some douja

Like tell me when you're ready to come over

Fuck you

Fuck you

Bitch

Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you

Bitch