Yeat - Hatër lyrics

Yeah, I came with a blick
I just brought the fire (Bah)
I can't fuck with none of these lames
They a fuckin' lie (Rah)
Bitch, you know this get insane
You could fuckin' die (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley
It got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside
The building with some grease
I'm serving Five Guys (Woo)
You don't got no racks, don't got no
Bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah
(Woo)
You ain't got your swag, you ain't got no
Bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah
(yeah, broke) they some haters, they ain't
Fuckin' with the mob, ah
(No) bitch, you brokе, that ain't with me
That's not my job (Nah)
All my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah
(Lil' jog)
Make him pull up with thе blick, yeah
We gon' stretch him (Bah bah bah)
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming
Ah (Ah)
How you know 'bout all this shit? Man
You a fuckin' spy (Rah)
We got mob ties, baby got a felon
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick
She bring the mail in (Go)

Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon
Ridin' 'round the city like a demon
Like a villain
Bitch, I take these Percocets all day
I ain't got no feeling (Phew)
Ridin' in a double-R Tonka, baby
Stars in the ceiling (Woo)
Ooh, yeah, hey
(Hey) , walkin' in the building
I'ma gon' pull it up (Woo)
We been up all day, I'm off Adderall (Okay)
I just pulled up in a Lamb', no
I'm not your friend (Fuck 'em)
Fuckin' on your thot, fuckin' on your friend
(Huh, yeah, fuck 'em)
I can't fuck with nobody
That's not my best friend (Not my friend)
I just bought a brand new
Chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a tank
I can't fuck with nobody, I'm sellin' stain
(Stain)
I just took a Percocet, I took a crank
I'm insane

Yeah, I came with a blick
I just brought the fire (Bah)
I can't fuck with none of these lames
They a fuckin' lie (Rah)
Bitch, you know this get insane
You could fuckin' die (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley
It got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside
The building with some grease
I'm serving Five Guys (Woo)
You don't got no racks, don't got no
Bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah
(Woo)
You ain't got your swag, you ain't got no
Bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah
(yeah, broke) they some haters, they ain't
Fuckin' with the mob, ah
(No) bitch, you broke, that ain't with me
That's not my job (Nah)
All my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah
(Lil' jog)
Make him pull up with the blick, yeah
We gon' stretch him (Bah bah bah)
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming
(Ah) how you know 'bout all this shit? Man
You a fuckin' spy (Rah)
We got mob ties, baby got a felon
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick
She bring the mail in (Go)

(Go, go)