Young Thug, Birdman - Constantly Hating lyrics

Pour that shit up fool, it's ours ha
Monster! Man so you ain't gon' pour?
Oh, so you're gonna make a
Nigga beg you to pour? Okay bool, you dig?
(Wheezy Beats) uh

Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed
Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (Skrrt)
Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr)
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)
You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor
(Just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda
(Anacondas) yeah (Them anacondas)
I might piece him up and
Let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)
Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him
I roll him (Cross)
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by
Some gangsters from Magnolia
I heard I put it in the spot
Yessir she told me
My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only
I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly
Like no way
But we not friendly either, you know it ha!
Yeah, thumbs up
I've seen more holes than a golf
Course on Donald Trump's course
My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco
And if you catch us down bet
You're not gon' trunk us (No)
You got a body, lil' nigga
We got a ton of 'em (yeah)
You got some Robin's, lil' nigga
We got some Batmans
I let that choppa go "blocka
Blocka, " get back, son
(Back)
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons
(Racks)

But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly
Hatin' on you? Pussy niggas hold their nuts
Masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you
Turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I
Can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia
Nigga ('Nolia, nigga)
Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga
(Nose, lil' nigga, ah)
You need to slow your fuckin' roll
Lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)
We created Ks on shoulders, nigga
(Shoulders, nigga)
I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga
(Sight, lil' nigga, ah)
We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga
(Fights, lil' nigga, hey)
A hundred bands, sure you're right
Lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)
I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga
(My flights, lil' nigga, I do)
Birdman Willie B (What?)
Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese
(Chinese)
Hundred K on private flights overseas
(Overseas) choppas City nigga, free BG (BG)
Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep
(Jeep)
Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week
(In a week) can't find a bitch that don't
Know we them streets (We them streets)
Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG
Brrat

But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly
Hatin' on you? Pussy niggas hold their nuts
Masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you
Turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I
Can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

Nigga, I'm a crack addict
Thought about lettin' them get a cut
Then I went and snagged at it
Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it
I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit
I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug
I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup
Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you
Think you're a thug
Before I be in front your shows
Just like your pub i ain't even lyin', baby
I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no
First I'll screw you without
These pliers, baby, or
I might dap you like, "good try, baby"
Big B livin', baby
Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs
I promise their mama see them this week
And I don't break promises with my Ds
(Them my dogs)
I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds
She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)
In Miami I swear they don't got good weed
Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?
Yeah, overseas, nigga, top
Floor, clear windows, nigga
Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?
We in that Red Light District
You understand?
We 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga
You understand me?
Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug
Just a dollar for a 1, nigga
We can blow a mil', boy
Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!