Gucci Mane, V-Nasty - Hate Me Some More lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Gucci Mane, V-Nasty - Hate Me Some More lyrics]
Well my trap house be bunking
Hard all the time
Money sticking out my pockets
Like a porcupine
I hope this cocaina cross the borderline
I made a million dollars just with
This lil fork of mine
I'm in the kitchen whippin deuces
Up like half the time
The other half the time I'm
Busy somewhere on the grind
Any? trappin 9 days
Don't give a fuck about what they say
My nigga: crime pays
Gucci! Twenty thousand in singles
But I tossed it
I used to have a top but then I lost it
I used to have a conscience but I lost it
I boss so hard that
I'm exhausted! It's Gucci!
More, more hate me some fuckin more!
I love it when you hate me
It make my money grow
Where my money? I think it's on that new shit
On my fucking block I ain't
Never gotta prove shit
Every time you see me
You know I'm rocking new shit
I got a new whip off of a new bitch
Shit I do this, you know what the truth is
Bitch ain't like me cause I'm
Cocky and I'm ruthless
The bitch is bummy, no money, she is useless
I got them fuckin choppers that'll
Really go through shit
Hold up, I'm way better than the average
In my city, I ain't nothing but a savage
So many cars, garage look like traffic
When I pull my whips out
You know I'm causing damage
More, more hate me some fuckin more!
I love it when you hate me
It make my money grow
I'm a quarterback, I take a quarter out
And but a quarter back and help harvest that
It's that ice attack when I rob my chain
When the girls see me, catch a heart attack
Told her scrubbin, that's a well-known fact
? what you know about that?
Kill the ho, where your hoes at?
Nigga, beef with me, now how smart was that?
I'm goin in like a curfew
Like yesterday you old news
In the studio with chrome tools
No engineers, them pistols
I should walk around with toilet tissue
Til the end time bring?
Hard all the time
Money sticking out my pockets
Like a porcupine
I hope this cocaina cross the borderline
I made a million dollars just with
This lil fork of mine
I'm in the kitchen whippin deuces
Up like half the time
The other half the time I'm
Busy somewhere on the grind
Any? trappin 9 days
Don't give a fuck about what they say
My nigga: crime pays
Gucci! Twenty thousand in singles
But I tossed it
I used to have a top but then I lost it
I used to have a conscience but I lost it
I boss so hard that
I'm exhausted! It's Gucci!
More, more hate me some fuckin more!
I love it when you hate me
It make my money grow
Where my money? I think it's on that new shit
On my fucking block I ain't
Never gotta prove shit
Every time you see me
You know I'm rocking new shit
I got a new whip off of a new bitch
Shit I do this, you know what the truth is
Bitch ain't like me cause I'm
Cocky and I'm ruthless
The bitch is bummy, no money, she is useless
I got them fuckin choppers that'll
Really go through shit
Hold up, I'm way better than the average
In my city, I ain't nothing but a savage
So many cars, garage look like traffic
When I pull my whips out
You know I'm causing damage
More, more hate me some fuckin more!
I love it when you hate me
It make my money grow
I'm a quarterback, I take a quarter out
And but a quarter back and help harvest that
It's that ice attack when I rob my chain
When the girls see me, catch a heart attack
Told her scrubbin, that's a well-known fact
? what you know about that?
Kill the ho, where your hoes at?
Nigga, beef with me, now how smart was that?
I'm goin in like a curfew
Like yesterday you old news
In the studio with chrome tools
No engineers, them pistols
I should walk around with toilet tissue
Til the end time bring?