Yung Whyte Boi - Now the Hate on You lyrics

[Intro: Pac Man] It's Weezy 'y'all Oh! Things escalated pretty quickly out here Oh sh** This beat was definitely made by a black woman Yo, I'm about to get on my freestyle bullsh** Thug Life [Verse 1: Pac Man] I keep a b**h at home (At home) I keep a b**h in the car (In the car) I keep a chopper in the backseat (Backseat) Keep my b**hes at the bar (At the bar) [Hook: Pac Man] Don't f** with me I f** with you You smoke that weed I smoke it too Don't laugh at me I laugh at you You hate on n***as Now the hate on you [Verse 2: Pac Man] Hold the f** up sh** Face co*k Master Mixtapes We need to bring this sh** the f** back Fo' Real, swear to god Ahhhhh! Oh sh** They really done brought it back Oh my god This is a beautiful thing Pac-Man Gobling balls Not giving a f** Selling adderalls ...At all In the car Backseat At the Bar [Hook] [Verse 3: Pac Man] I bought that b**h a chopper She named it Nic's dick Cus it's big And shoots fast I last ten seconds in bed With a b**h and she only gave me head I got AIDS [Hook] [Verse 4: Pac Man] I hold that heat Cus I'm coming through with that heat And smack that b**h in the f**ing face! Call me Scareface Just cus (Snorting Sound) I'm so f**ing trippy call me Tarzan [Hook] [Verse 5: Yung Whyte Boi] White power! Yeah, yeah Yeah, yo Turn the headphones up It's already automated? Alright, f** it Ugh n***as in the mall n***as in Hot Topic Skating in Zumiez f** a b**h in her a** Oh, b**h [Hook] [Verse 6: Yung Whyte Boi] The n******gs in Africa The n******gs in Compton Ugh, ugh, ugh Mental Retardation Flow on this beat Skeet Skeet in your face Eat Meat That's a 10 inch sub n***a 10 inch Sub n***a, oh Smoking 10 Joints at a time Got no ligaments in my feet [Hook] [Verse 7: Yung Whyte Boi] Oh, I'm a sh**ty rapper with no flow Representing the Nazi community But I'm a negro Got no balls, but I'm balling like Michael Jordan before he got AIDS, n***a Got blunts the size of predator braids I'm from the dirty south, so I drink that lean Public education, call me Mr. Bean n***a, ooh Ugly b**hes don't have my level of swag Throw feces at your face Cover with the plastic bag, b**h I know I'm a n***a, but I'm mad white Got Ak's in the bag of light [Outro: Yung Whyte Boi] I'm going to yo momma house Yeah, what a b**h I'm gonna f** your mom f** your mom f** your mom With a hotdog