Zelly Ocho - ​hate lyrics

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Zelly Ocho - ​hate lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Zelly Ocho & K Suave] Yeah, fu*k your money, fu*k your fame, we are not the same Yeah, that's my brother, that's my blood, man, we all the same Yeah, the first ni**a act outta' line, he gon' get hit close range Yeah, Red Dead Redemption, I pull out that .30 and aim for the brain (Bah) We in a Rari, we in a Bentley, we in a whole different lane Yeah, hit the b*tch once, she callin' back, I don't even know the hoe namе She wanna kick it, I'm not with that, I sent that ho straight on a plane Yеah, we gettin' fly, we gettin' high, I'm in the sky like a crane She let me hit, she think I'm famous, she do not fu*k with no lames (Woo) I'm a dark knight, but when I'm with gang, they say that I'm more like Bane (Yeah) Play with the gang, you know that they knockin' off brains (Brains) We still in the block, we go hard in the paint I stay with my Glock, you get hit on the face [Verse: Trippie Redd, Zelly Ocho & K Suave] I'm King of the Hill, I feel like Hank Purple Glocky like a saint He slid in a Honda, I slide in a tank He not with the gang, he don't got a rank I'm walkin' around with the motherfu*kin' bank (Bag) Smokin' on gas, smokin' on dank (b*tch) Blowin' a bag, givin' her face Put on my mask, too much hate Pull up with chopps, now my opps in a lake Got some cops in the block, now we hoppin' a gate We from 800 block where the opps do not hang We from 800 block where the opps do not bang I got pulled over, I don't know a thing Run up some racks, he gon' get you a train (Racks) Run up some racks, he gon' get you a name My bro from the Chi' and he lettin' it bang You keep saving hoes, I'ma get you a cape (Yeah) My b*tch is a ten out of eight I told you I'm cozy, K? You probably wouldn't even make it this way Broke ass games, I don't know how to play Gun too big, it'll blow up your face (Yes) Racks on me, she tryna see what I weigh When I'm in New Orleans, I feel like a saint Keep one in the head 'cause these ni**as all fake Got booked for a show but I'm showin' up late Presidential, you know how I'm ridin' I just showed 'em the racks, now she quiet She just took a fake Perc, now she dyin' In expensive threads, rocking high end [Outro] (GOONTEX)