Hatin on me Lyrics

Ain never been social

But baby wats yo social

Ain never make a statement

Made a couple bank statements

I got my money up I bought what I wanted

I'm just getting money ion know why they hating

I been doin me made some enemies

Vs's on my neck got me shivering

Tried to make me plead guilty take my innocence

Ain say a word they can't sentence me

Fell in love wit Burberry she like that fendi print

I know these niggas can't see me but my windows tint

Boi I kept shit 100 niggas 10%

If u ain't touch 100 you ain't into shit

Remember I was fucked up they ain't give a shit

I took everything thing I got they ain't give me shit

Niggas tryna get lit I was tryna hit a lick

I was out here doin shit that Ain even benefit

Stunting too hard turned my niggas to nemesis

Too much in my front ain got time to reminisce

U puttin on that front we can see that you ain't getting it

All these white diamonds got a nigga feeling privileged

Smokin white runts got me higher than the celing is

new one white fresher than a fridgeadir

New glock box put a nigga in da cemetery

I'm standing on business mf ima business man

Boy you a bitch ass

we ain't got no similarities

Bitch I'm on a mission

Ion wanna fuck in missionary

9 got a scope

Mf ima visionary

Bitch I'm real deal

All these other niggas too generic

bringing real niggas back

like a mf Souvenir

Bitch I'm in my glo mf I'm illuminate

Niggas talk what They did but nigga u ain't Doin shit

I'm done been cool wit niggas Ain cool wit

Tellem hate the game you can't hate the player

Designer head to toe got me feeling like created player

got all da shit they want I make a nigga hate it here

bitch it's all up we charged up like kemeah meah

Bitch I'm rap Jesus she on her knees ain't saying prayers

You in the game gotta play the game can't play the players

Boy u can't shoot better get close and take a layup

Boy you can't shoot better get up and dunk they ass

I just got a bog I'm on the way to another bag

Ima big nigga but I run it up then run it back

If it ain't makin money ion even wanna fuck wit that

Nigga fuck wit us clap his top like a jumping jack

all these mf timbs I shoulda been a lumber jack

I get it how I live and I'm takin wat ever come with that

I want dat shit I got dat shit then pop my shit like bubble wrapped

You niggas nun but cap we ain't got no number cap

All these niggas judging You ain't no judge I can't honor that

Got me twisted like a bottle cap

Walk in these stores I got all that

Niggas sending shots but nigga I got all the straps

All you dirty niggas pussy get some Monistat