ฟังเพลงHate Me (Explicit)

Hate Me (Explicit) - Lil Yachty/ian

Lyrics by：Deshawn Jackson/Miles Parks McCollum

Composed by：Deshawn Jackson/Miles Parks McCollum

Produced by：Childboy

Shouldn't be drinkin' on lean I'm already half-dead

Give a **** I'm a gangster I'm thuggin'

I'm thuggin' brrt frrt frrt

Yeah yeah

Huh come on

Us

Huh huh huh yeah yeah yeah

Brrt

Come on huh huh

Wedding Cake in my blunt with no bride yet

If I face me another I'll die here

I'm just prayin' I make it till Friday

Either way I'ma die with my pride

Fell in love with the Cullinan

Parked out front ***** wait till you see the garage

I done made me a promise I'll fight back once this time

I'ma leave it to God

On God I ain't play 'bout nothin' once

When it's game time jump in clutch

First thing in the mornin' blunt

First thing in the mornin' I jump off the porch

And head straight to the Porsche get to drivin' like somebody chasin'

Rock it 'cause I couldn't afford it my pockets enormous every time

That I walk I'm chafin'

You don't know how to ball you lazy

You ignorin' my calls **** crazy

One time for the h*es I'm savin'

One time for the h*es that hate me

Two times for the h*es that hate me

Three times for the h*es that hate me

Three-five in the blunt I'm spacin'

Four doors on the Rolls **** spacious

I don't know if it's uh

I don't know if it's smart I stay here

I don't know if I want that Maybach

I don't know if I'll find my way back

I ain't never gon' buy my way in

I ain't never gon' bow to no man

I don't care who the **** you came with

I don't care what the **** your name is huh

What

My Chrome unfindable

Like I did me a hit and I threw it away

Pop out that ***** and hit him in his fa uh-huh

We open up doors in the summer

I took the roof off of the Hummer

I snuck in that ***** with a llama

I'm sneakin' outside like Osama

Know I'm richer than your favorite rapper

If I'm not then God kill my mama huh

Biggest house on the street

We the first Blacks here like Obama

Okay let's see that thunder

On the plane we took the *** under

And my ***** a*s dumb like Yolanda

I'ma pick the drank up from Lafawnduh

Fah-fah-fah-fah yeah **** 'em

I be twistin' my fingers I bang

And Concrete the gang

Same nigga just rich I ain't change

Same nigga I'm totin' that flame

Huh

I'm the same old kid but I gotta grow up

Now I'm a grown-up now

I've been havin' some long-a*s nights one more long-a*s flight 'fore

I'm right there next to you huh damn

Driver move up my legs need room huh huh damn huh

I really could call this backseat home

Brrt

I know all of my ex-hoes miss me

I was driftin' poured a whole sixteen

I'm gon' clutch it I don't do no wrestling

And my mouth diamonds look like a cuff link

Put my ***** in all DG free B.G.

We on TV I'm makin' a mo

We on TV I'm makin' a movie

Durag on my head it's The Boonies

**** whoopin' his a*s he gon' sue me

I'll **** it up fast then re-up

Sip drank like I don't wanna be up

When we catch you don't call for Jesus