Wet / Gon' Hate

Oouu yeah, Oouu yeah, Oouu yeah, Oouu yeah Step back, don't fucking front Don't really get scared when I do my stunt uh I'm a funky nigga yeah, all I do is stunt Step back for the three and then I do the jump Swish! It's wet, don't need to tote or flex Don't got any barrett's, I just use my fucking head Oouu I'm dead just keep a level head Just keep on doing your part and we'll make this fucking bread Dick! Yeah uh, taste like licorice uh Sweat! Uh saltier than a bitch Red! Uh It's the color of death Gon' pop it off and watch him hit his head Sometimes I feel kiddy and I get my little sippy cup Fill it up with vodka and I might just fucking double cup Switch it up, for my bitches with the bubble butt We pick it up and we throw it in a dump truck I take in god's grace willingly and put it in my family tree I think I met the one for me, I think I met the one for me Shawty thick as f*ck, throw it back harder than a fucking falcon punch I think my dick is about to fall off Gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' fucking hate Gon' hate with the gang Gon fucking hate with the gauge in the backseat Gonna f*ck around with twelve right behind me Gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' fucking hate (Gon' fucking hate) Gon' hate with the gang Gon' hate with the gauge in the backseat F*ck around with twelve right behind me, bitch Going to a outting and you showin' fake love straight to my fucking face bitch I don't wanna talk Got this fucking double cup drink and you know that I'm buzzed, and you know that I'm buzzed (and I'm buzzed) Got a bad bitch and she's badder than Ashanti that I beat my dick so much I had to throw it in a coffin I think I need help from a tutor or a martian or a senpai or a partner Excuse me Dolly Parton? It's true I never dead, grammar is my flex I don't give a f*ck about the nigga's who see red I don't know who's next, youngin's falling quick No one seems to be able to make it to the middle of their age Don't you want to rage? Don't you hate that niggas don't even wanna live? They live it like a bitch, take it out on the kids I don't wanna fucking talk, nigga get up out my face I step back for a little minute then I eat it like a rat I'm talking about the cat, I think I just fucking shat on a bat So I pull out with the gat, I let it fucking rain at the nigga under the bed Got a Code Lyoko vision, I don't got my gogo gadget boots on but I got my trues on And I beat a nigga's ass like Bushido Brown in the Boondocks With my boot cocked far back gonna swing hard Gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' fucking hate Gon' hate with the gang Gon fucking hate with the gauge in the backseat Gonna f*ck around with twelve right behind me Gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' fucking hate (Gon' fucking hate) Gon' hate with the gang Gon' hate with the gauge in the backseat F*ck around with twelve right behind me, bitch