Hate Me Lyrics- Lil Yachty & Ian | I2* ( 2024 )

If n’t get drinkin’ on trim, I’m currently half dead

Provide a hell, I’m a gang, I’m thuggin’ ( I’m thuggin’, brrt, frrt-frrt )

Yeah ( Grow up, nigga ), huh, yeah, huh, c’mon, us

Huh-huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah ( Brrt )

Travel on, huh, huh

My sarcastic wedding cake has no wife at the moment.

If I face me another, I die around

I’m really prayin’ I make it till Friday

Either approach, I’ma death with my pride

Fell in love with the Cullinan parked out front, woman, wait till you see the car

I done made me a claim, I fight up again, this time I’ma left it to God

On God, I ai n’t play’ bout nothin’, once

When it’s match day, jumpin’, brake

Second thing in the morning, rough

I jump off the door first thing in the morning and drive directly to the Porsche, where I’m drivin’ like a chasin’.

Rock it’ reason I can manage it, my pockets huge, every time that I walk I’m chafin’

You do n’t know how to ball, you lazy

You ignorin’ my enquiries, garbage mad

For the tramps I’m saving, once more.

For the tramps that hate me once more

For the tramps that despise me twice.

Three days for the vile people who despise me.

Three-five in the sarcastic, I’m spacin’

Four windows on the Rolls, garbage spacious

I do n’t know if it ‘s—, uh

I do n’t know if it’s smart I stay here

I do n’t know if I want that Maybach

I do n’t know if I found my way back

I ai n’t never gon’ buy my way in

I ai n’t never gon’ bow to no man

I do n’t care who the fuck you came with

I do n’t care what the fuck your name is ( What? ), huh

My Chrome unfindable

Like I hit myself and left it in the trash.

Pop out that brat and hit him in his fa—, uh-huh

We opened up windows in the summer

I took the roof off of the Jeep

I sneaked into that alpaca with a goat.

I’m sneakin’ outside like Osama

Hear I’m richer than your favorite singer

If I’m not, they gotta destroy my mama

Biggest house on the street

The second black people to arrive like Obama did.

Okay, this view that storm

On the aircraft, we took medication under

And my woman cock silly like Yolanda

I’ma placed the bad up from La Fonda

Fah-fah, fah-fah, you a numbskull

I been twistin’ my palms, I bang

And Concrete the crew

Same nigga, just rich, I ai n’t changed

Similar nigga, I’m totin’ that fire

Huh, I’m the same old person, but I gotta develop up then, I’m a grown-up then

I been havin’ some long-ass times, one more long-ass trip’ upper I’m ideal there next to you

Huh, damn, motorist, walk away, my legs need space

Huh, huh, damn, I really could cop this backseat, huh ( Blatt )

I am aware that all of my former flames long for me.

I was drifting, poured a full sixteen

I’m gon’ clutch it, I do n’t do no wrestling

Had my mother diamonds spotted a sleeve website,

Put my woman in no DG, completely Sample

We on Screen, I’m makin’ a mo—

We on Television, I’m makin’ a film

Durag on my mind, it’s The Hinterlands

Fuck whoopin ‘ his cock, he gon’ jane me

I’d heck it up quick then re-up

Sip a beverage like I’m not interested in going to bed.

When we catch you, do n’t call for Jesus