Lil Yachty & Ian - Hate Me Lyrics

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Hate Me Lyrics Lil Yachty & Ian

[Intro: Lil Yachty & ian]

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

Weddin' 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

Whеn it's game time, jump in clutch

First thing in the mornin', blunt

First thing in thе 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 ignorin' my calls, shit crazy

One time for the hoes I'm savin'

One time for the hoes that hate me

Two times for the hoes that hate me

Three times for the hoes that hate me

3.5 in the blunt, I'm spacin'

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 sneakin' outside like Osama

Know I'm richer than your favorite rapper

If I'm not, then God, kill my momma

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 put the junk up from La Fonda

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

[Verse 3: ian & Lil Yachty]

Huh, I'm the same old kid, but I gotta grow up now, I'm a grown-up now

I've been havin' some long-ass nights, one more long-ass flight 'fore I'm right there next to you

Huh, damn, driver, move up, my legs need room

Huh, huh, damn, I really could cop this backseat, huh (Brrt)

I know all of my ex-hoes miss me

When we catch you, don't call for Jesus

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