(Aye, aye, Fresh, Stunna Man, we back at it daddy)
Them n***as be hatin' on me man
(two-thousand-sixteen, summertime shine, stuntin' on 'em)
Let me tell you the type of sh** they say about me
They say f** you n***a, hate you n***a, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod p**y n***a
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(Gon' head on and) hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
When I get this money I'mma k** 'em
Twenty twenty vision to n***as who ain't want to see me with it
n***a f** ya
Don't make my trigger smart n***as go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac
I'm so f**in' focused in this b**h 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 sick, you got the hate disease and I ain't tryna get it, no
Mixin' Cristal and Ciroc
I need a name for it, call it Chris Rock
I'm in this motherf**er lookin' like a pile of some guap
Come make a name for yourself and p**y pop, p**y pop
They say f** you n***a, hate you n***a, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod p**y n***a
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
n***a got your old girl dappin' with the whole world
Trust me, just me, referee and blow girl
That's that boy BM, hit me in the DM
Bust that f**in' p**y wide open AM to the PM
But that's another story though and I ain't tryna tell it
Now it's on, now you're hangin' out with dime rock Betty
And Betty she don't know no better, shoot up dope or smoke whatever
Used to be my homie, now you're mad 'cause we don't roll together?
We're the real n***a
And I don't give a f** if they was real sisters
These n***as think they on, hit the k** switches
Money comin' b**h, my palms and my heels itchin', yeah yeah
They say f** you n***a, hate you n***a, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod p**y n***a
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
You be hatin' on a n***a like police n***a
You be barkin', you ain't nothing but a Maltese n***a
When these sharks out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth n***a
It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the beat n***a
You M-A-D n***a, yeah
You don't want to see me with a dime out
You don't want to say that I couldn't afford sh**
You don't even have a watch to tell the time now
And I got 20 karats in my Rolex
n***a lean with it, n***a rock with it
That's some lean double cup with Ciroc with it
n***a lean with it, n***a rock with it
We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop with it
Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house
That's far sober enough to have n***as spookin' out
And I got homies 'round that I got love for
But n***as go through sh** so I don't root 'em out
They say f** you n***a, hate you n***a, 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 p**y n***a
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Yeah, yeah, we back at it daddy
Stunna man, you know there's always that one that'll hate
'Til you put a choppa in his face, you dig?
Fresh you're a fool with it