Hate - Mannie Fresh, Juvenile, Lil Wayne

Them niggas be hatin' on me man

(2016, summertime shine, stuntin' on 'em)

Let me tell you the type of shit they say about me

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die

Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why

I’mma stay connected like the wifi

Need her like a 64 gig iPod, pussy nigga

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

When I get this money I’ma kill 'em

20/20 vision to niggas who ain’t want to see me with it

Nigga fuck ya

Don’t make my trigger smart niggas go dumb-dumb

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac

I’m so fuckin' focused in this bitch I just can’t hold back

Tell 'em bring that money bag, beast mode, running back

Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino where you at?

All I do is get it, dude you never get it

You be in your feelin’s too, my dude you’re so pathetic

You got too much sugar in your blood, diabetic

You’re sick you got the hate disease and I ain’t tryna get it, no

Mixin' Cristal and Ciroc

I need a name for it, call it Chris Rock

I’m in this motherfucker lookin' like a pile of some guap

Come make a name for yourself and pussy pop, pussy pop

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die

Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why

I’ma stay connected like the wifi

Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Nigga got your old girl dappin' with the whole world

Trust me, just me, referee and blow girl

That’s that boy BM, hit me in the DM

Bust that fuckin' pussy wide open AM to the PM

But that’s another story though and I ain’t tryna tell it

Now it’s on, now you’re hangin' out with dime rock Betty

And Betty she don’t know no better, shoot up dope or smoke whatever

Used to be my homie, now you’re mad cause we don’t roll together?

We’re the real niggaAnd I don’t give a fuck if they was real sisters

These niggas think they on, hit the kill switches

Money comin' bitch, my palms and my heels itchin', yeah yeah

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die

Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why

I’ma stay connected like the wifi

Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

You be hatin' on a nigga like police nigga

You be barkin', you ain’t nothing but a Maltese nigga

When these sharks out, we’ll see you they’ll be your teeth nigga

It’s Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the beat nigga

You M-A-D nigga, yeah

You don’t want to see me with a dime out

You don’t want to say that I couldn’t afford shit

You don’t even have a watch to tell the time now

And I got 20 karats in my Rolex

Nigga lean with it, nigga rock with it

That’s some lean double cup with Ciroc with it

Nigga lean with it, nigga rock with it

We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop with it

Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house

That’s far sober enough to have niggas spookin' out

And I got homies 'round that I got love for

But niggas go through shit so I don’t root 'em out

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die

Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why

I’ma stay connected like the wifi

Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Yeah, yeah, we back at it daddy

Stunna man, you know there’s always that one that’ll hate

Till you put a choppa in his face, you dig?

Fresh you’re a fool with it