Why They Hatin' (feat. Lazy-Boy)

Aye, but tell me why they hatin' Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous Aye, but tell me why they hatin' Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous Bitch you know I got hard bars I’m never going to be on the bench I’m a start Your bitch trinna f*ck with me cause I’m hella smart She trinna make love with me but I broke her heart I’m never going to call that stupid hoe back She already knew she was fucking with the macc Watch out before I call my little homie pacc He’ll knock your ass out with a plain ass slap I got hundreds i got fifty’s I got blue strips baby Got this one bitch over eighteen so I call my lady She sick In the head she wanna have my babies I’ll be like hell nahh you have a fucking crazy This bitch trinna f*ck with the whole team I be like hell nah I got more green I been like hell nahh ion f*ck with feans When I tell you my age yeah I’m fifteen I got money I got stacks I got shoes I got trues If you fucking with the opps then we leave your ass screwed I be like dumb nigga watch your attitude I be like dumb nigga I don’t f*ck with you Aye, but tell me why they hatin' Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous Aye, but tell me why they hatin' Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous I’m hit this ball shoot it like a free throw Your bitch hit my line lil baby gave me deep through Bitch trinna f*ck with me they thinking I’m the man F*ck these bitches I’m only counting bandz Leave a bitch broke if they ain’t talking about a check Sorry bitch had too pass it on too the next If you ain’t trinna f*ck with me bitch it all good Finna see me blow up and you wish a nigga would Lemme tell you baby I be really on that p shit Forty get too sparking luh baby ima squeeze it Pro club shirts I be wearing that everyday Stfu bitch you know where I stay Bitch I’m the macc you already know wassup Chillin with your bitch she really wanna f*ck Tell me why these sucka niggas always fucken hating These hoes trinna f*ck with me but bitch I ain’t dating Bitch I poor it up bitch I let it sink down Talking out your neck we leave you with a frown Fifteen years old and pop ain’t around Finna succeed until I make a touchdown I got money I got stacks I got shoes I got trues If you fucking with the opps then we leave your ass screwed I be like dumb nigga watch your attitude I be like dumb nigga I don’t f*ck with you I got money I got stacks I got shoes I got trues If you fucking with the opps then we leave your ass screwed I be like dumb nigga watch your attitude I be like dumb nigga I don’t f*ck with you Aye, but tell me why they hatin' Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous Aye, but tell me why they hatin' Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous Aye, but tell me why they hatin' Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous Aye, but tell me why they hatin' Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous