Ay, These N***as Be Hatin on Me
These N***as be hatin on me
These N***as Be Hatin on Me
These N***as be hatin on me
These N***as Be Hatin on Me
These bitches be debating on me
These n***as be plotting on me
I might just aim that red beam
I got a Glock with a [?]
Shawty be plotting on me
She said she gotta thing for me
But i don't gotta thing for you
I gotta thing for the blues

Ay

Baby I thought you knew
I'm not scared of nun
I'm not afraid of nun
Shawty be capping she bluffing
I hold that gun in the duffel
I just be balling like Rusell
He don't want [?] like no Tussel

Ay, Ay, Yuh
Shawty said she love my hustle
If we ain't talking about money end the discussion
Play with my money You know Imma Pull up and be buss
I just saw yo bitch and she told me she be crushing

Ay, Baby Hop up in my coupe
Fucking on you and you ain't have A clue
Balling on N***as and they be so Foul
I might just have that boy pull up on you
I might just have him pull up with the tool
Counting the Franks and you know they be blue
Lil Tray He a Little Demon With The Tool
Balling on N***as and you already knew
My Chain be so cold It can catch a flew
Look at my diamonds and my Chain Like Ouuu
Look at my wrist and my necklace like Ouu
I cannot fuck with these n***as they be foul
I cannot fuck with these n***as they noobs
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These n***as be hating on me
These bitches be debating on me