Hating Alot

Frrah, frrah, frrah, boom, ****

They know how the fuck we comin', ****

Tz, Tz, Tz, Tz, Tz, Tz

Troopers troop, ****

On bro grave, free the Tz

Grrah, look, it's safe to tell 'em that we fell out

'Cause, long story short, homie a sell out, uh

When I was sittin' in that jailhouse, only **** there was me when I went out

I ain't have no intention to bail out

'Cause, I was never lookin' for a handout

Got remanded on a different case, and then I decided to bring all hell out, look

Your homies the ones you should watch

And I know it don't seem that way, but, trust me, **** be hatin' alot

They be mad you don't got what you got, and when you get up, they gon' envy your spot

**** in their feelings 'cause they popped

Backdoor open, gotta keep it locked, if he push up on me, I'm lettin' off shots, like glah

They got me movin' like Rico

Ready to 4-5-6 'em, Cee-lo, any **** movin' evil

Homie thought he had the one up on me, though? Lacin'

**** copied the wave, and I paved it

I was stuck in my ways, had to face it, **** you callin' your homies, they ain't shit, glah

I still love 'em, from a distance, I'm just mad we fell out over bitch shit

Anybody play with you, I'm flickin', but all of that politics shit, I ain't with it

I get mad and go spin like a fidget, ballin' hard gotta stay on my pivot

Shoot first, the greatest decision, the beam on the knock, I'ma knock off his fitted

Ain't no cooldown, got the opposites thinkin' we cool now

Any drop that I got, it got blew down, bendin' through blocks on the bike with the duece-pow, glah

Twenty-two rounds, mention Gunna, then, we gunnin' you down

In the Bay with the Apes, throwin' Wooo down, ballin' for Matt B, welcome to hoop town, frrah, frrah

Is it me? Did I not do enough for the team? Yo, Clayton, I ain't make opposites bleed?

Why they treatin' me like I'm a dweeb? And Dot has the beam on the Glock, it was green

Free Savage, up and let it squeeze, free Ooter, gon' throw even if he see Ds

Free Buggout, the demon troopin' through your Ps, glah, glah, uh

****, I loved you, you a snake, and that's why I dubbed you

You was on backdoor time, so we slugged you, but instead of that, I should have hugged you

Whenever I had a problem, you would come through, and it's crazy what shit had to come to

I glue the beam on his head, like a frontal, anyone mentionin' bro, they get bunned, too, glah

Grrah, look, it's safe to tell 'em that we fell out

'Cause, long story short, homie a sell out

When I was sittin' in that jailhouse, only **** there was me when I went out

I ain't have no intention to bail out, 'cause I was never lookin' for a handout

Got remanded on a different case, and then I decided to bring all hell out, look

Your homies the ones you should watch

And I know it don't seem that way, but, trust me, **** be hatin' alot

They be mad you don't got what you got, and when you get up, they gon' envy your spot

**** in their feelings 'cause they popped

Backdoor open, gotta keep it locked, if he push up on me, I'm lettin' off shots, like glah