Reason 2 Hate Me (feat. Quin Nfn)

Yeah, yeah, Tempo, Tempo, GT, I'm finna give em a reason to hate me, yeah Makin' life decisions off of your emotions, boy, I hope you realize that's some ho shit No Chuck E. Cheese, but if bro starts the ratting, call up my goons, get you gone for a few tokens Takin' shot after shot just like an alcoholic, must be brave if you leavin' me open Ain't talkin' with the blicky, talkin' takin' a risk, steady providing gas like I'm Nolan Feelin' like Ryan, get bread till the minute I'm dying, already had talent, don't care about Simon Why should I get a man to decide what I should wear when I'm already stylin' I put it on head to toe every day of the week, never stressin', been too busy vibin Shawty wanna go to Panama City, I'm finna go take a lil trip to an island Yeah, lil' thottie been singin' my songs, yeah, too stubborn ain't writing my wrongs, yeah Shake em' off, Olajuwon, yeah, took a minute for em to catch on Yeah, they starting to realize, I earned my stripes like I was inside a bee hive My purpose, what I been startin' to realize, my Korean, Shawty stay rockin' the Filas Let's go, yeah, I'm finna give em a reason to hate me, pissin' em off, that's what I been on lately Up on my line, cause she wanna have my babies, I'm rockin' out, feelin' somethin' like I'm AC, DC Diamonds all on my neck, VV, she want Ichiban, I'ma take her to Cicis Belt on my waist like Bling Bling Boy, but I ain't rockin' B's, ho I got on the GG Brush my teeth and count a dub, that's how I start my day Throw the keys at the chauffeur, tell bro to park the Wraith I'd be in my feelings too if I didn't get paid Cleanin' up so nice, ain't no point to go get a maid, yeah Feel like Boogie, I'm poppin' my shit so hard, finna make em' all go unfollow me Quit askin' me about the bread, I ain't finna break a crumb, you should know this Nacho cheese, bro, got shells everywhere he go, might pop your bell, but ain't got no taco meat Nah for real, ain't nobody on my level, that's facts, punchin' all damn night Apollo Creed Yeah, yeah, I feel like Apollo, goat in human form no Rylo Rodriguez Block a ho, pack her sum like a cheesehead, bro, pushin' pounds, you would think he a meathead Can't trust no one but my mama and Jesus For real, nah, literally, no one but G-O-D, ridin' around with it on me like B03 Probably won't stop even if it's a C-O-P, in love with the clips, shoutout to that boy, Leo DiCaprio AP no Casio, run up on me, leave em on the patio Shoutout to all my doubters, they mad we glow Finna take a trip to Cincinnati, bro, cause I been makin' hits like Elly Keep on talkin', turn your brains into spaghetti Finna blow up, never had to use confetti It's no wonder that they jealous I been Steady Ayy, I had to starve and I leave niggas ate, uh-huh But I felt I'm the hardest We had this vision way back when a nigga was trippin Tryna tell me I was garbage, I could've signed to future back in 2019 But I ain't wanna sign to no artist, but I knew for sure I'd get it regardless For real, and hold it down for my apartments, I lucked up Put that heat on his ass like a tan Thirty on this FN These niggas just tryna be Quin I took his hoe and I made her jump in Ran up them racks till I couldn't even breathe Ayy, what you know, missing out on Christmas Eve Nowadays, we probably go overseas This shit niggas talkin', ain't meanin' nothin Better go on a scheme or somethin Bro, walk down with that four nick, bless a nigga ass like he sneeze or somethin Tell him free Sosa, he know Alicia for real How he pushin' keys or somethin Ayy, mama say quit hangin' around all them dog-ass niggas They carryin' fleas or somethin Huh, ya