YoungBoy Never Broke Again, 21 Circle - Hatin’ Or Sum lyrics

(Hit 'em with the Jab)

These bitch ass niggas out here flodgin'
Like they hatin' or some' (Like they hatin')
Lil' bitch, I got a lot of money
I ain’t fakin' nun' (I ain’t fakin')
I hit a nigga with that choppa
Think 'bout takin' some' (Grah, grah)
That 4L shit, he gon' get slaughtered
I’m 'bout facin' somethin' (Ba)
I’ma Hi Tek drinkin' nigga
Ain’t no Wockhardt
(Bitch, ain’t no Wockhardt)
I fuck on hoes and count up money
Like a rockstar (Like a rockstar)
I got my gang across my chest, bitch
I’ma die hard (Gang, gang)
I still go post up in the hood
I’ma block boy (Slatt)

Say lil' bitch, I pull up
Bangin', for the fame, i got the same stick
Screamin' out "4L"
Still runnin' with the same clique
We want all the smoke, nigga
We be on that gang shit (Gang)
Bitch I’m 21
We don’t do that false claim shit (Uh, uh)
Pull up with some bad hoes
I don’t want no stank bitch (Skrr, skrr)
Pull up with them Draco’s
You want smoke then say that shit (Say that)
Up with the Glock, I cock it
You know I’ma spray that shit (Ba, ba)
That’s on my name and a
Nigga bet' not say shit

YoungBoy nigga play, I take his life
That cut his time shit (Cut his time)
P-90 with them green tips
That’s the slime shit (This that slime)
Before he take some', I’ma hit
'em with that fire, bitch
(Glah) convicted felon, tote that choppa
When I ride, bitch
(When I ride)
Thirty thousand in my backpack
Take it where the trap at
Want all the smoke
I be that nigga you don’t wanna clap at
(Real slime) real hitta, twenty thousand
Pull up where you lay at (Where you stay)
Up with the Glock
I shoot and aim at where yo' fitted cap at
(I’ma spray) never switch
Got out of jail on that same shit
(Same shit)
Facin' ten, but I’m still on that bang shit
(Bang shit)
Stay with the shit's, don’t give a
Fuck 'bout what you claim, bitch
Up with the stick, get Baby
Joe to bust yo' brain, bitch
(Glah)