Murda - Hate It or Love It lyrics

[Hook: Quavo] I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain, aye I f** a hoe, then I don't know her name, aye I got some n***as that gon' ride to the end Forgive me Lord, I repent all my sins Hate it or love it we winning again, and again, and again, and again [2x] [Verse 1: Quavo] I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain My rollie bust down – no “Plain Jane,” I'm f**ing on hoes; I don't know they name Hate it or love, b**h, we in the game My n***as walk in and we shoot up your place Got a halloween mask and a dirty AK I f** on her one time; she want me to stay I'm pitching hardball like I play for the Braves I call my plug and he give it away Then nobody touch it, it looking amazing Hate it or love it, we get to the faces My pockets so sloppy, ‘bouta make it with gravy f** is you saying? [Hook] [Verse 2: Offset] Hate it or love it, we winning Put my heart in my music – it's genuine Dropping the top off the Benz We came from the bando community You know that we started the trend These n***as copy us, usually Your b**h want to f** – she a fan She got good brain; let her tutor me This was apart of the plan Dropping the top in the Lam' We did this sh** for the fam' These n***as know who I am Drop the top on the Bentley and it's over Hop in the Porsche and pull over Dropping a four in my soda I f**ed that b**h at the [?] She piped up, I noticed I'm having cash and it's on me Welcome to the mansion, this a castle Hop in the pool, it's deep Never meet a n***a like me We had to make it out the streets I was in a Lam' on a beach Hate it or love it, we gonna' eat [Hook] [Verse 3: Takeoff] Hate it or love it, my n***a thugging Light up that cookie, smoke out in public Double cup, a n***a pouring muddy It get ugly – hate it or love it f** that broke n***a, don't f** with the industry Literally, I don' been shot at, like 50 Cent f** n***as having them feminine tendencies, really you n***as just envy me n***as be sneak dissing, think they offending me YRN 2, the rich n***as, they feeling me I can't stand broke n***as ‘cause they be k**ing me n***as they hate me ‘cause they can't get rid of me I copped the coupe, then I blew out the brain Don't know what I'm talking ‘bout? I mean mentally My diamonds come from Elliot Avianne, you get your diamonds from Tiffany Hate or love it, my n***as we got the top, my n***a, and we turned nun' to something You can talk down all you want to, but you cannot stop my God when them blessings be coming They don't want to see me make it Talking ‘bout Karma when I'm out in Tijuana My n***as, they keep it one hundred Hate it or love it, my n***as, they get to the money [Hook]