Hate Me

Shouldn't be drinkin' on lean, I'm already half dead Give a fuck, I'm a gangster, I'm thuggin' (I'm thuggin', brrt, frrt-frrt) Yeah (grow up, nigga), huh, yeah, huh, come on (us) Huh-huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (brrt) Come on, huh, huh Wedding cake in my blunt with no bride yet If I face me another, I'll die here I'm just prayin' I make it 'til Friday Either way, I'ma die with my pride Fell in love with the Cullinan parked out front Bitch, wait 'til you see the garage I done made me a promise, I'll fight back once This time, I'ma leave it to God On God, I ain't play 'bout nothin' once When it's game time, jump in clutch First thing in the mornin', blunt First thing in the mornin' I jump off the porch and head straight to the Porsche Get to drivin' like somebody chasin' Rock it 'cause I can afford it, my pockets enormous Every time that I walk, I'm chafin' You don't know how to ball, you lazy You ignoring my calls, shit crazy One time for the hoes I'm saving One time for the hoes that hate me Two times for the hoes that hate me Three times for the hoes that hate me Three-five in the blunt, I'm spacing Four doors on the Rolls, shit spacious I don't know if it's-, uh I don't know if it's smart I stay here I don't know if I want that Maybach I don't know if I'll find my way back I ain't never gon' buy my way in I ain't never gon' bow to no man I don't care who the fuck you came with I don't care what the fuck your name is (what?), huh My chrome unfindable Like I did me a hit and I threw it away Pop out that bitch and hit him in his fa- Uh-huh We open up doors in the summer I took the roof off of the Hummer I snuck in that bitch with a llama I'm sneaking outside like Osama Know I'm richer than your favorite rapper If I'm not, then God, kill my mama Biggest house on the street The first blacks here like Obama Okay, let's see that thunder On the plane, we took drugs under And my bitch ass dumb like Yolanda I'ma pick the drank up from Lafawnduh Fah-fah-fah-fah, yeah, fuck 'em I be twistin' my fingers, I bang, and Concrete the gang Same nigga, just rich, I ain't change Same nigga, I'm totin' that flame (huh) Huh, I'm the same old kid, but I gotta grow up now, I'm a grown-up now I've been having some long-ass nights One more long-ass flight if I'm right there next to you Huh, damn, driver, move up, my legs need room Huh, huh, damn, I really could cop this back seat, huh (brrt) I know all of my ex-hoes miss me I was drifting, poured a whole 16 I'm gon' clutch it, I don't do no wrestling And my mouth diamonds look like a cuff link Put my bitch in no DG, free B.G. We on TV, I'm making a mo- We on TV, I'm making a movie Durag on my head, it's The Boonies Fuck whoopin' his ass, he gon' sue me I'll fuck it up fast, then re-up Sip drink like I don't wanna be up When we catch you, don't call for Jesus