Mannie Fresh, Juvenile, Birdman, Lil Wayne - Hate lyrics

(Aye, aye, Fresh, Stunna Man
We back at it daddy)
Them niggas be hatin' on me man
(2016, summertime shine, stuntin' on 'em)
Let me tell you the type of
Shit they say about me

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga
Hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig iPod, pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

When I get this money I'ma kill 'em 20
20 vision to niggas who ain't want
To see me with it nigga fuck ya
Don't make my trigger smart
Niggas go dumb dumb yeah, yeah, yeah
Take me where these hoes at
Adderall and Prozac
I'm so fuckin' focused in this bitch
I just can't hold back
Tell 'em bring that money bag, beast mode
Running back
Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino where you at?
All I do is get it, dude you never get it
You be in your feelin's too
My dude you're so pathetic
You got too much sugar in your blood
Diabetic
You're sick you got the hate disease
And I ain't tryna get it, no
Mixin' Cristal and Ciroc
I need a name for it, call it Chris Rock
I'm in this motherfucker lookin' like
A pile of some guap
Come make a name for yourself and pussy pop
Pussy pop

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga
Hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'ma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Nigga got your old girl dappin'
With the whole world
Trust me, just me, referee and blow girl
That's that boy BM, hit me in the DM
Bust that fuckin' pussy wide open
AM to the PM
But that's another story though and
I ain't tryna tell it now it's on
Now you're hangin' out with dime rock Betty
And Betty she don't know no better
Shoot up dope or smoke whatever
Used to be my homie
Now you're mad cause we don't roll together?
We're the real niggaAnd I don't give a
Fuck if they was real sisters
These niggas think they on
Hit the kill switches
Money comin' bitch, my palms
And my heels itchin', yeah yeah

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga
Hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'ma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

You be hatin' on a nigga like police nigga
You be barkin'
You ain't nothing but a Maltese nigga
When these sharks out
We'll see you they'll be your teeth nigga
It's Tune and Juvie we got
Mannie on the beat nigga
You M-A-D nigga, yeah
You don't want to see me with a dime out
You don't want to say that
I couldn't afford shit
You don't even have a watch
To tell the time now
And I got 20 karats in my Rolex
Nigga lean with it, nigga rock with it
That's some lean double cup
With Ciroc with it
Nigga lean with it, nigga rock with it
We got Mannie on the beat
Bop-bop-bop with it
Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house
That's far sober enough to
Have niggas spookin' out
And I got homies 'round that I got love for
But niggas go through shit so
I don't root 'em out
They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga
Hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'ma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Yeah, yeah, we back at it daddy stunna man
You know there's always that one that'll hate
Till you put a choppa in his face, you dig?
Fresh you're a fool with it