Y’all Can Hate Me Now lyrics

[Intro]
My office hours are from 9 to 5
f*ck your office hours I need to talk to you right now motherf*cker

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm locked in
b*tch, I really handle business
Boy you embarrassing, wifin' b*tches that's strippin'
Sometimes you need to shut the f*ck up and listen
It's real simple, I get paid and you don't that's the difference
Crash the whip then went a hundred, now my n*ggas don't trust me
sh*t was lookin' good, now it's gettin' ugly
I don't even believe when somebody say they love me
She wanna f*ck me 'cause I smеll like a hundred bands when shе hug me
Everybody actin' different, that's okay wit' me
Do what the f*ck you want, just don't play wit' me
Monnier on my feet cost a lil' over $850
And I keep her pillow talkin', she can take Chike
Yeah they sued me for Burn Rubber, I had to get it cleared
My lawyer ain't been on my side, she been actin' weird
A penthouse top floor, b*tch, I don't live in fear
Automatic shoes off when you get in here
Had to accept the fact that P lost faith in me
And I made half an M, don't play wit' me
Regardless b*tch, I'm goin' to the top, who gon' race wit' me?
First I had to realize everybody I couldn't take wit' me
I don't care to be a savage, b*tch, 'cause I love myself
b*tch, all you good for is pus*y and nothin else
Huh, barely that, cause without it you got nothin' to sell
Hit the club with a plus one, b*tch, I'm bringin' hell
Fans tryna keep the beef alive, that sh*t weird
Leave it alone, n*gga been dead for like two years
I moved on, you should too, use your two ears
'Cause I'm at the top knockin' like "Who here?"
No b*tch, I don't fit in, that ain't my style
For a sl*t why you postin'? b*tch, take it down
He just cap, can't rap, or sell a eighth of loud
b*tch go hit that blade and make me proud
No I don't got a b*tch 'cause it's f*ck 'em all
He on live kissin' a b*tch that just sucked my balls
Hoe you will never be important [?] f*ck you raw
I'm that n*gga without you n*ggas, the f*ck you thought?
Made this song to let y'all know y'all can hate me now
Don't gotta shake a n*gga hand or fake a smile
b*tch I'm him with this [?], I gotta break it down
To my plug, bring a bowl and make it loud
N*ggas so stuck on this L.A. rap scene
Whole time sick, gotta get me a vaccine
[?] might get the strap clean
Talk bout my ears but show yours, b*tch, the back green
Talkin' bout your sh*t lit, b*tch, no, it's not
Speak up on me now b*tch and get no response
N*ggas playin' wit' me like I don't know what's mine
Lil' n*ggas can't even tote a hundred, n*gga keep it calm
Feel like [?] start to grew apart
But they do better when they together, sh*t break my heart
Black sheep and that's okay, I just play my part
I wake up and count 20 with a day to start
It's true, I don't got it all yet, somethin' wrong
The best thing you could do is leave me the f*ck alone
Don't even hit me up when you hear this song
[?], don't matter, I can do it on my f*ckin' own
N*gga
[Outro]
Now, if you have any other problems
It's your royalties
My office hours are from
My office hours are from
9 to 5