![]() ( Aye, aye, Fresh, Stunna Man, we back at it daddy ) Them niggas be hatin' on me man (2016, summertime shine, stuntin' on 'em) Let me tell you the type of shit they say about me They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why I'mma stay connected like the wifi Need her like a 64 gig iPod, pussy nigga Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate (Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate When I get this money I'ma kill 'em 20/20 vision to niggas who ain't want to see me with it Nigga fuck ya Don't make my trigger smart niggas go dumb-dumb Yeah, yeah, yeah Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac I'm so fuckin' focused in this bitch I just can't hold back Tell 'em bring that money bag, beast mode, running back Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino where you at? All I do is get it, dude you never get it You be in your feelin's too, my dude you're so pathetic You got too much sugar in your blood, diabetic You're sick you got the hate disease and I ain't tryna get it, no M ixin' Cristal and Ciroc I need a name for it, call it Chris Rock I'm in this motherfucker lookin' like a pile of some guap Come make a name for yourself and pussy pop, pussy pop ![]()
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