ฟังเพลงConstantly Hating(Original) (Original|Explicit)

Pour that sh*t up fool, it's ours. Monster!

Man so you ain't gonna pour?

Oh so you're gonna make a ni**a beg you to pour... okay bool

Hopped out my mothaf**kin' bed

Hopped in the mothaf**kin' coupe (SKRRRRR)

Pulled up on the Birdman (BRRRRR)

I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster

You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night)

Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (condas)

I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him

Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on

I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke

Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia

I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me

My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL loaded

I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way

But we not friendly either, you know it

Yeah thumbs up

I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course

My b**ch a tall blooded horse, ni**a, bronco

And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us

You got a body, lil ni**a, we got a ton of 'em

You got some Robin's, lil ni**a, we got some Badmans

I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka, " get back, son

You got them MJs, ni**a, I got them Jacksons (racks)

But really what is it to do

When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?

P**sy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you

Meanwhile the f**kin' federal baitin' on you

Ni**a tell me what you do

Would you stand up or would you turn to a p**sy ni**a?

I got a hundred things to do

And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f**kin' figures

Yeah, I'm from that mothaf**kin' 'Nolia, ni**a

Birdman'll break a ni**a nose, lil' ni**a

You need to slow your f**kin' roll, lil' ni**a

We created Ks on shoulders, ni**a

I'm a scary f**kin' sight, lil' ni**a

We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' ni**a

A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' ni**a

I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' ni**a

Birdman Willie B

Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese

Hundred K on private flights overseas

Choppas City ni**a, free BG

Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep

Rich ni**a sh*t, smoke two pounds in a week

Can't find a b**ch that don't know we them streets

B**ches know that I am Birdman, that's OG

But really what is it to do

When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?

P**sy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you

Meanwhile the f**kin' federal baitin' on you

Ni**a tell me what you do

Would you stand up or would you turn to a p**sy ni**a?

I got a hundred things to do

And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f**kin' figures

Ni**a I'm a crack addict

Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it

The new' Boosie Badazz at it

I'm a drop a ni**a life, just like a bad habit

I stick to the ground like a mothaf**kin' rug

I'm a big dog, lil' f**k ni**a you a pup

Lil' b**ch clean your drawers before you think you're a thug

Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub

I ain't even lyin', baby

I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby

First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby

I might dap you like, "good try, " baby

Big B livin', baby

Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs

I promise their mama see them this week

And I don't break promises with my Ds (them my dogs)

I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds

She know I am a beast, I am obese

In Miami I swear they don't got good w**d

Wiz Khalifa can you give me some w**d please?

Yeah, overseas, ni**a, top floor, clear windows, ni**a

Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?

We in that Red Light District, you understand?

3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, ni**a, you understand me?

Just livin' the life, boy, aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, ni**a

We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL, bratt!