Bizzy Banks - Hate Me lyrics
[Bizzy Banks - Hate Me lyrics]
Told him to what? (Get money)
I got the, sitchie (Like) bow
They know that like (That’s structure)
Look
I know they hate me (I know they hate me)
So bitch I'm outside then
Glock got no safety
(The Glock got nothing on it, bow)
Whole lotta shots I'm finna go crazy (Bow)
When I step on the court, I feel like I'm KD
(I feel like I'm who?)
And no I don't dance bitch
Got the Glock on my
I ain't gotta say too much
I call Leeky Kobe he way too clutched
And yall niggas say too much
Gotta stay out the hood see the Jays too much
Catch me on the day Woo’d up
And my girl got the sitchie she way too tough
And she lookin good with her hang time
I swear she a baddie she
Throw up them gang signs
And I'm on the block with the same 9
I'm in love with my Nina we
Bust at the same time
You could hear that I'm good
Through the grape vine don't make a move
Cause I just might blaze mine
Please don't talk hot cause I'm moody
You can't jack my shit if
You ain't making movies
I'm on yo block with a toolie
And I spin thru ya block with
My dawg like he Snoopy
I got a chop don't be stupid
And it really go baow it
Was not just the music
I don't know what’s so confusing
But watch what you say cause
I just might lose it
I’m on the block with a new grip
And it got a kick that shit so exclusive
Like, what? (Huh)
I know they hate me for real
(I know they hate me for real) like, look
I know they hate me for real
(I know they what?) i just, got a new chop
I put lil bro on the drill (Bow)
And yeah when he shooting
I said he trained to kill
I told him, get that nigga
Who really riding? Who really sliding?
If you want smoke, go spliff that nigga
Nobody dying, boy why you lying
I might tell Swervo, lift that nigga
Shots start flying, mommas crying
Put him on a shirt can't forget that nigga
He yelled out bro when I hit that nigga like
Imma just shoot till it drop out, you know
Pass me the pizzy
She said I move different since pop out
(haha) cuz them niggas ain't with me
No i ain't into the politics (at all)
So send me the foolery
I swear this beef shit ain't new to me
I used to trap in some truey jeans
Duckin' from truancy
Yeah I got breesh in my pockets
But I still might take his jewelry like
I told him, get that nigga
Who really riding? Who really sliding?
If you want smoke, go spliff that nigga
Nobody dying, boy why you lying
I might tell Swerv, go lift that nigga
Shots start flying, mommas crying
Put him on a shirt can't forget that nigga
He yelled out bro when I hit that nigga
Like (Bow bow bow bow)