TyFontaine, Onlybino! - Hating Us lyrics

Lil boy you a lame
No you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better
Not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they ass
High like angel dust
I was broke as fuck then got my paper up
Please don't , shit get dangerous
You can't hang with gang
Bitch you a lame to us
We done passed all they ass
Now they hatin' us

Laid up on they ass, but now I'm back at it
In love with by bread
Bitch I'm a bag addict (okay, aye, aye)
These boys think they better
Really bad at it
Bitch I'm countin' up all my cheddar
Doin' mathematics (hahaha)
You know I can't save no hoe (yeah, yеah)
Diamonds all on my neck, my shit like H2O
(okay, go) i just got a new goddamn chеck
I got a bag to blow (woo)
And I been done had that bitch
No you can't have the hoe (woah, woah)
What you say bout me?
I got a brand new stick and
I fill that bitch with 223's
I can't play bout mine lil nigga
That shit on G-O-D
He play with my slime, I owe that lil bro RIP
Bag, after bag, after bag, in my bank account
Cops on my ass, hit the dash
They can't catch me now
These boys never real, they wearin' masks
Too much fakes around
I said, please don't send me
Shit, your music ass, he a hater now

Lil boy you a lame
No you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better
Not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they ass
High like angel dust
I was broke as fuck then got my paper up
Please don't , shit get dangerous
You can't hang with gang
Bitch you a lame to us
We done passed all they ass
Now they hatin' us

I was broke as fuck
Yeah I was down bad on my dick (yeah)
That shit is not sanitary, get up off my dick
They say "Ty, you sound like
This, and this, and this, and this"
They say "Ty, you know you look like-" huh
Get off my dick (yes)
You was just a failure, tellin'
Me about my shit, woah
Put my mama in diamonds, shinin'
Like this, and this, and this
(what?)
Keep my chicken and my , they only Crips
She can have my children
Unless they sittin', ricky
I don't even let her touch my pants to unzip
Yeah, tyin' up my waistband, FN on my hip
I can hit a lick
Bitch or do it off the scrip
(do it off the-)
Have some slimes that wanna slime me out
Now take you a Timb

Lil boy you a lame
No you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better
Not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they ass
High like angel dust
I was broke as fuck then got my paper up
Please don't , shit get dangerous
You can't hang with gang
Bitch you a lame to us
We done passed all they ass
Now they hatin' us