A lotta people hatin'
Cuz I'm out here on my steezo
Temperature is 1 thousand 9 hundred forty 3 yo
Bitch we got that shit that gets you twisted like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get Deboe'd
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Hold up nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my mothafuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Act like yeeeen know
Ima keep it pushin' til the wheels fall off the vehicle
Man hold up
Watch me blow up
Still I rise up
Like my dough does
That's fa sho nuff
Fuck that hoe stuff
Y'all be on that
Never grow up
I be on that
Never slow up
Never die like
How the crow does
It don't matter
What you throw us
We go harder
Y'all don't know us
C'mon, step up to the plate
Them Majik Ninjas comatose ya
Turn your body to a ghost of
Who you was before you showed up
Talking shit to this professionals
You know you can't control us
We been beastin' on these beats
Since yee was sleepin on the sofa
At yo granny house
All that goofy shit
That ain't what family bout
Killer hustle OG on my body
Fuck a hand me down
Every time I drop a track
The ladies dropping panties down
Wake up spit them xanny's out
We been the shit they jamming out
Lets go
A lotta people hatin'
Cuz I'm out here on my steezo
Temperature is 1 thousand 9 hundred forty 3 yo
Bitch we got that shit that gets you twisted like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get Deboe'd
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Hold up nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my mothafuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Act like yeeeen know
Ima keep it pushin' til the wheels fall off the vehicle
Some of yall need to
Switch to poultry
Cause your beef tucked like upholstery
We the legends y'all listen closely
Grown men feeling hurt mostly
Glass lowered never wanna toast me
Fire pit ready
Mutha fuckas wanna roast me
I'm a ghost see?
So fuck who you are
Or you think I'm supposed to be
Ima star ima shine on em
I'm a sunshine wit a full smile
Like I'm juvenile
Raised eyebrow like wise owl
Yousa cum rag
Like a dick towel
Ima fucked mind
With a sick smile
Yousa simple mind
Like an infantile
You the same ol
Ima flippa style
Ima burn em slow
Like a black and mild
Tell bitches I'm on it
Like a hammer I smash my opponent
Keep it sweet all around like a doughnut
And they ignorant kids and they
Fuckin with grownups
Like a tailor the industry sewn up
At ya door like hold up
The east side up in this bitch
They done showed up
Yelling planters then we
Ape up and go nuts
A lotta people hatin'
Cuz I'm out here on my steezo
Temperature is 1 thousand 9 hundred forty 3 yo
Bitch we got that shit that gets you twisted like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get Deboe'd
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Hold up nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my mothafuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Act like yeeeen know
Ima keep it pushin' til the wheels fall off the vehicle
How can I say what I need you to know
So I know that you know it for certain
All that hate that ya blurting
We never gave it a fuck like a virgin
I could go in like a surgeon
An cut you to pieces wit every word that I'm servin
Career is deceased an I'm pullin the curtain
Here go the sermon
Blah blah blah, cremate em, burn em
I was livin in the dark with the hearts of the fell aparts right from start
Middle finger to the opp
It'll never stop I don't give a fuck if anybody wanted me to bring it up or not
Fuck what you got
Put that on pac
Imma be here when you rot
Don't interfere like a cop and just let us be us when we come an we bless up the spot
Hold up a lotta people gotta lot to say about a lot of things almost everyday
So much attention and missin direction directed at someone you say that you hate
Shit is so fake an it's funny how we get the hate from somebody
Who ain't got a clue as to what it would take an just thankin about it is makin me get to a place where it's whew
You shoulda knew that the glue that would hold us together was stronger than ever
Then you start to change like the weather
An not for the better
You're missin 2 letters it ain't about you
We are the family sadly you are no longer apart straight from my heart
Who gives a fuck where it start time to bring it to light in the dark
A lotta people hatin'
Cuz I'm out here on my steezo
Temperature is 1 thousand 9 hundred forty 3 yo
Bitch we got that shit that gets you twisted like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get Deboe'd
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Hold up nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my mothafuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Act like yeeeen know
Ima keep it pushin' til the wheels fall off the vehicle
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Bitch we got that shit that gets you twisted like a pre roll
