Hatin’ lyrics

[Chorus]
If ion f*ck with you, I bet you know
I do business with my new friends and chill with the old guys
Ian got no deal, but I feel like I made it
You ain't do nothing for me, why you pus*y n*ggas hatin

[Verse 1]
This a celebration, pop a bottle f*ck a model
f*ck the whole club up and we'll be back tomorrow
Only thing on my bucket list is a crib for my mama
So tell them hoes in my phone ion really want no problem
Ion call no police, my youngins gon solve em
If he think he on, I bet them young n*ggas off em
b*tch i'm from the city, gotta keep that toaster on me
And the way she looking at me, I know yo b*tch want me
This some chill sh*t, some real sh*t
I got some youngins with like nerves, but they'll kill sh*t
Bald head bill sh*t, Bob the builder drill sh*t
My dawg in a wheelchair, but he still gon make that .40 kick
I never gave a f*ck about a n*gga who you do
I'm so dirty that it's first 48 on youtube, yeah
Ian worried bout it, hope you dying to catch a body
Cause these youngins kinda rowdy, off the ropes, got it to hot
Nine from the O, he got a attitude problem
Nine don't trust these n*ggas, you will never catch me round em
Nine be with them billy soul takers they got no mind
Please don't hit his phone, cause nine don't got no time
[Chorus]
If ion f*ck with you, I bet you know
I do business with my new friends and chill with the old guys
Ian got no deal, but I feel like I made it
You ain't do nothing for me, why you pus*y n*ggas hatin

[Verse 2]
Aye, so we not worried about them old members
Let's create some new ones
We ain't gon throw them old hundreds, we gon throw them blue ones
Keep em out our business, I ain't gon let em know what you done
Now i'm in the U-Haul truck in case I move on
She only care bout vacation when we in Florida
You know i'm running through paper like i'm immortal
I found the spot on her body, for my exploring
She gorgeous, prolly the main reason I got a soft spot
Throw my pistol in her purse when the block hot
n*ggas holding us, ian even got my c*ck out yet
Gotta keep my head high and keep my nose up
n*ggas out here doing lame sh*t for exposure
Talking bout a baby, got a brick in the stroller
Gotta guest house for the in laws and a stick if you hold us
b*tch don't touch my cup, you'n know what's mixed in this soda
Run up on yo grandma house, got a stick in the sofa
If I tell my b*tch anything, it'll never be a gofer
She don't go for anything, she a lady soldier
I did it myself, you know I payed for mine
And she don't want no leck eight she want this major nine
[Chorus]
If ion f*ck with you, I bet you know
I do business with my new friends and chill with the old guys
Ian got no deal, but I feel like I made it
You ain't do nothing for me, why you pus*y n*ggas hatin