Hate (feat. Go Yayo)

Hate when a bitch lie and say stupid shit

Uhhh, boom come again

Better get out the way cause we running in

If we blow off his leg he won't run again

Thought about writing this shit (uhh)

Fuck it i'm punching in

Better get off yo dick i ain't tumbling

Play he gone lay on my momma we crumble him

KD he get shot like a free throw

Say i'm a jackass, I'm acting like steve-o

Talk like he bout it, get hit with the beam

Him and his team we gone leave em by zero

Why you say I wasn't there bitch you lying on the real

Posted like mailbox

He been through some shit already

Fuck it, hop out the whip leave him shell shocked

Yeah yo name ringing bells till them bells pop

He a train in the way no the rails blocked

If a **** touch me, watch all them **** come creep

Wanted fame got a headshot

See bro keep a glizzy, these bullets they hurt just like fist

But on moms, ain't doing no fighting

I had to switch up a bitch just to get me a bitch

Just to switch up a bitch they don't like me

Say Stamp why you bad as the fuck and you running off

Don't know man that shit be exciting

I had to tell the lil bitch that i'm back in town

Pull up and I hit it like Tyson

Strapped in the party not doing no dyking

Heater gone burn em go get him some icing

Steady talking bout pressure gone bust his like pipe

Quick to shoot a bitch right in her face just for trifling

Hate when a bitch lie and say stupid shit

Uhhh, boom come again

Better get out the way cause we running in

If we blow off his leg he won't run again

Thought about writing this shit (uhh)

Fuck it i'm punching in

Better get off yo dick i ain't tumbling

Play he gone lay on my momma we crumble him

**** play he gone lay better pray **** mayday

Act up get hit with AK

Walk down broad day, bring it where yo momma stay

Another opp dropped just another day

**** diss 4E get em gone with the andelay

Fox 4 Gang, fuck channel 8

I went crook in the x

Moving work by the crate

Real crip **** give a fuck what they say

Get shot in yo face

I already won I ain't ina race

Goddamn 60 won moe than yall eat, race

Face shot gang, give em cold case

**** touch yayizzle, oh no way (dumbass)

Boss gang, murda gang send em pressure

Hit 'em wit 2 and 1 get em extra

Trap god, I'm the one I'm the answer

All this green I call piss, I'm the truth

Bring it right to yo door I'm the mailman

Karl Malone bullets take off yo roof

He all cap, he just trap in the booth

All these rap **** hoes I got proof

Face shot gang bullets right through his tooth

Caught him at the store (gunshot sound)

Caught him at the store leaving dead under headlights

We from the murda, don't stop at no red lights

I'm on that lean but my head right

Yo bitch wit me tryna see what her head like

Ion trust shit keep my leg tight

Cause where I'm from **** get lacked down every night

Real street **** we can shoot or fight

Take off wit my left, up the Glock wit my right