Hate

Well, how, huh, yeah, well, well, well, well Hey, why you always hatin' on me that I see? Why you always hatin' cause you couldn't be me Why you always hatin' cause I always fuckin' flee? Why you always hatin' cause I'm shinin' like I'm Glee? Always gotta hate but you not talkin'. I was on your block and I was lookin' at you stalkin' I was goin' crazy and yo bitch, she was walkin'. I was grabbin' my gun, nevermind, it was clocked in I was gonna run, why you gonna laugh? I'm not gonna talk, bitch, you're fuckin' whack Whack fuckin' sauce, I'm not on tack. I'm playin' fuckin' football, I got you in a sack Don't hate me, just love it. You're out doin' shit and you're fuckin' not dubbin'. I am just Winnin' cause I never fuckin' hate. Why you even talkin'? This is not no debate You can't even like me, that is not no fate. I was gonna get you, you masturbate. I'm not Cool but I'm not a date. I'm not fuckin' bald, not Andrew Tate. Why you always talkin'? Why you so mad That I got a nice girl and she really bad? And your life is wacky, ugh, kinda sad. I'm just happy You can call me glad, ay. Stop hatin', ay, stop, ay. Stop hatin' on my grind, puttin' on my time If I'm runnin' to your gang and I hit it with my crimes. Crime fuckin' scene, ridin' in my beam I ain't gotta do it cause I got a nice scheme. I'm not gonna drink cause I do not like the fiends I am not doin' nothin', not even the lean