IWOULDHATEMETOO lyrics

[Verse 1]
Be realistic with yourself
Now you pillow talkin' b*tch, don’t try to dap me up
Boy was dying to join my clique, b*tch I already knew wassup
n*gga mad cryin for attention cause I'm the one they all look up to
Yeah uh
He live in the town ain't it?
Now these n*ggas know me, gotta get right out the town baby
You don’t think I hear what they say
f*ck around and regret them, n*gga I ain't come to play

[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, n*gga f*ck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin b*tch f*ck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm f*ckin’ on different typa b*tches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when n*ggas get you, strip you outta your draws
Don’t play wit my name lil n*gga, we ain't built the same

[Verse 2]
We could bring it all back
I got b*tches lovin’ on me, postin throwbacks
Member when I put in work, I gave you all my heart
And I know they talkin down on me, that's all cap
2 b*tches smokin' out the pack, I copped them new Gucci
Shorty suck me in my Mike Amiri tied up with a doobie
Running thru the f*cking air, I know these n*ggas tryna do me
Glock came with a semi auto, sh*t be bussin like a uzi
All of sudden he lit
Why him, why the f*ck he rich
Spread the bands all on top of that sh*t
n*ggas hate cause they know I be talkin' that sh*t
What the f*ck n*gga, say forget it
For clout, he started dissing
No snitchin’ if he go missing
We could never f*ck the same b*tches
[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, n*gga f*ck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin b*tch f*ck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm f*ckin' on different typa b*tches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when n*ggas get you, strip you outta your draws
Don't play wit my name lil n*gga, we ain't built the same

[Verse 3]
Once that .9 hit em (boop, boop, boop)
He just copped a Moncler, he gon' die in it
I ain't ever on my knees, I pray to god with feet on it
Know they talking down on me, don't give a f*ck, look how I live though
b*tch, I promise you ain't no di*k suckin when it come to me and my n*ggas, on god
That's prolly them other n*ggas
Better stay strapped up, lil n*gga
What you trippin' about
Talkin' slick out the mouth
My n*gga gone boom back
You gon' get your head clapped
Tell that to n*gga fall back
My n*ggas wildin', you hear pop, think its a bottle, thats yo guyza
n*ggas hiding, tryna act like they can't find us
I been runnin thru these b*tches, f*ck behind em
Know my brother always gripped up they can't line us
[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, n*gga f*ck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin b*tch f*ck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm f*ckin' on different typa b*tches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when n*ggas get you, strip you outta your draws
Don't play wit my name lil n*gga, we ain't built the same

[Outro]
Get involved
Hollywood Boulevard, ohh
Outta your draws, ohh
Ha ohh