Stylin On You - Manolo Rose, Dave East, Vado

Keep your love, cause we like the hate

The hating make a nigga go harder

Drive in that Lambo, go farther

Yeah homie, yeah we styling on you

Hating nigga, man we styling on you

Sucka niggas, man we styling on you

The hate make a nigga go harder

We created the style

Welcome to New York, where we don’t play

Where out-of-towners gonna pay like if this LA

On the DL, you can end up DOA

I’m the CL coupe, not the CLA

Headband, track suit, a pair of Fi L As

Stack a, black boot, leather PLA

Matching blue BBs on the CLK

I’m like Rich coming through just to see LA

Bronx bomber, 80 gang, you know my set

I heard these pussies want to bang like lesbo sex

Old niggas still hating from a retro set

The new here, let me put this shit in retrospect

You got to love it cause your bitch do

And y’all do what them chicks do

Chopping niggas down, gun fu with the ginsu

I’m taking all bets, and they look like they against you

Kill your whole team and whatever bitch sent you

Trip gang, my dick hang, I let my nuts drag

I’m in mine, would go in yours but it’s a clutch bag

You Bruce Jenner, I’m Bruce Lee, my glow up

You know when I’m around cause these niggas never show up

Keep your love, cause we like the hate

The hating make a nigga go harder

Drive in that Lambo, go farther

Yeah homie, yeah we styling on you

Hating nigga, man we styling on you

Sucka niggas, man we styling on you

The hate make a nigga go harder

We created the style

I turn heads in every V I play

I get fronted one extra every P I take

Tell these niggas what the business is, y’all see my face

Dead serious, thirst for dessert, I need my cake

Pull up in the Ghost, niggas think it’s dead people riding

You thought she was a model, she just said that we could slide her

I used to do the Mark Buchanan, cigars and salmon

Beach chair on first, I’m in Harlem tanning

Hit Miami for the lobster tails, don’t forget the butter sauce

6 5 but I love the Porsche, knock your mother off

Like Nip Hussle, all my money in, it’s nothing short

I’m still ducking court, this East, the fucking thought

Keep your love, cause we like the hate

The hating make a nigga go harder

Drive in that Lambo, go farther

Yeah homie, yeah we styling on you

Hating nigga, man we styling on you

Sucka niggas, man we styling on you

The hate make a nigga go harder

We created the style

Brooklyn running with me, Far Rockaway runnin' with me

441, double building, you heard 50

Stack year was great, Chinx resting in peace

Got to learn from my predecessors' mistakes, you got to take heed

Stacks bought the Porsche, Chinx bought the Porsche

Now both of the homies gone, I can’t afford to take a loss

First whip that I’mma cop, I’mma cop me an 8 seater

Bullet proof the whip, 8 goons and 100 heaters

Turn the music, nigga this is one of our children

From Onyx to MOP, can’t forget about X

Niggas dropped the baton off, now I run with it next

Knock knock on the door, hi game, let me in

2 milly, milly rocking by the door, grab a man

Brooklyn eating, niggas know we come for them checks

And we wyling on these pussies, we dying for that respect

Remember that boy Hov, yeah he one of my seniors

We come from the same hood, the history get repeated

I’mma wake they ass up since these fuckboys sleeping

New blood, new energy, but all up to the vets

Let me talk my shit, cut the beat off slim

Short nigga running with goons, they call me

The shooter he keep moving, boy you too antsy

I argue with the coppers with my mink unbuttoned, I’m too fancy

Basketball was plan A, pills selling plan B, rapping it was plan C

Our lord got to be before he see divine equality

God, understand me

A nigga done came up, boozy bitches can’t stand me

Concrete, we the new wolves, we huddle alone

Bring the food right back to the family

We coming for all of y’all

We gunning on all of y’all

God