Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods - Vato lyrics

I didn't mean to make you hate me (rewinding)
I didn't mean to make you hate me
(scratching)
I didn't mean to make you hate me
But I'm usin' this rap shit to make me cake-y
(rewinding)

I didn't mean to make you hate me
But I'm usin' this rap shit to make me cake-y
A lot of bullshit rappin' lately
I ain't focused on that
Cause I'm stackin' daily (a huh)
Keep a good sack, could mack your lady
19 years, not one cat that play me (no)
Heard otherwise, trust you crazy
Swagger all on some old, fuck you, pay me
(fuck you) they say the flow cocky
Maybe I should fall back
Hatin' cause you not me
I say to hell with all that (all that)
I'm in this game to get my ones up (yeah)
Beast on beats
Trying to teach you dumb fucks (yeah)
Think shit sweet just cause he's a young buck
I spit heat, Wiz eat you chumps up
To them I'm great for how I make songs
To you I'm probably just another
Nigga to hate on (damn)
But it's the hustla, Young Khalifa
I (what?) smoke so much, I love my reefa'
Why niggas so into me, fam?
Tryin' to end up missin'
Like the Kennedy fam
Lotta cash flow, asshole
The team gettin' cake in my state
They get rid of weight like Ricki Lake
The mixtape made this shit look real fun
Dropped Show and Prove
Now you dudes lookin' real dumb
You better run nigga (run nigga)
Run, motherfucker, run (run)
When that young motherfucker come
Before you try and bring it to this kid
Pay attention to how I do this shit
Cause it ain't easy dimes wan' greet me
Haters wanna heat me
Pussy ass cops wanna jail and police me
Bail and release me i'm in the air
You a couple layers underneath me
There where the streets be
And some tried, all failed to defeat me
The best without a shadow of a doubt
Knaw'm talkin 'bout? Put my shit in stores
The hood bought them out
Who got the 'Burgh rockin' something
We gotta talk about? I show and prove

The kid's bars harder than a mothafucka'
I ain't talkin vegetables, young
I'm an onion cutta'
And it's the hustla baby you
Gotta deal with me
Mad cause their shorty like ice
And try to chill with me
You at a stand still runnin' them plates
My trap team boys runnin' your face
Won't try to run to the jakes yeah I'm
In the whore like an upper body
With two bad bitches, Wiz in the upper lobby
And we runnin' the train, it is never a
"probably" my grind like Slim Fast
I keep the plate off me
Home boy, I been doing this since way since
And trust
My hand right, cause I don't need a weight
Bitch
Don't get a facelift, I lift your face prick
You heard shit, Kev ain't the
One to play with
Cause youngin's down to shoot at you like
" Fuck what your goons is fool"
Sounds like a fuckin' drum roll
When the Uzi shoot (brrrrat)
Pardon me, man it's
(fucking Green Lantern making noises)
Now that's a foul line
Get some freak shots (blam)
The situation is you so impatient and
You can't get it man, times a wastin'
Plus, I gotta laugh cause this
Is what youll never be
You just a mutt and I'm a well known pedigree
Come with a settle fee, and maybe we can talk
I'd rather strip dude and make
His dumb ass walk