I Don’t Like (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro.]
It's Young Gypsy in this b*tch
I don't like
There's a lotta sh*t in this f*ck ass world that I don't like
But, you know. Angel Haze

[Verse 1: Angel Haze]
Look, f*ck all these b*tch ass n*ggas and these b*tch ass b*tches, don't f*ck with these trick ass n*ggas
Always wanna talk about your whips and a b*tch and how he quick to click, clack, hit that trigger
None of y'all n*ggas fit in that picture, only sh*t you smoke is in that swisher
Talk about your scene where you been for the sales and the green and I mean all that sh*t that figures
Always seem to wonder how it gets that way. How living a lie becomes the sh*t that pays
How the wonder of the color for a stupid motherf*cker and it never really enough until it gets that grey
Black is perilous, it's just that shade
Hold up n*gga, drop my beat
How the f*ck you live in a world where ever since birth you were meant to not succeed?
Idolizing n*ggas that will die behind a n*gga that was lied to a n*gga that will not succeed
Idolizing b*tches that will rely to other b*tches that pretend about their sh*t, but did not succeed
I'm simply an informant the cycle of the garn that was introduced by some n*ggas that you should not believe
Basically, all the n*ggas you look up to looked up to a n*gga that did not succeed
Anyway, I'm ham on these motherf*ckers
Stomping on their face, toejam on these motherf*ckers
Get me mad enough, I'll cloak and dagger up. Say church, amen, lay hands on these motherf*ckers
All I do is talk that real sh*t, no really, I'm 'bout that real sh*t
Walk up in the spot, b*tches fiend for my presence cause they've never felt the essence of a real b*tch
Whoop, whoop, real b*tch. Whoop, whoop, real sh*t
I'm out here on that trill sh*t, flow wetter than some seal lips
I'm in this b*tch like all day, f*ck these b*tches like always
Ain't one b*tch out that can step to the kid
I'll kill them and have them drawn like Paul Frank
Shook ones, I know that you shook son
I see you eating at your card like a book worm
Jealous ones f*cking envy, good and f*cking plenty
A hating ass b*tch is some sh*t I don't like and I ain't got that in me
In me, I ain't got that in me
I don't need no friends, ho. I'm not f*cking friendly
I don't f*ck around ho, I get ratchet quickly
b*tches, not out here f*cking with me
Weak ass b*tches that's out in the world and I don't like that plenty
Funny. I don't like you anyway
You f*cking suck, I'll murder you like any day
b*tch, f*ck off