Hating Us lyrics

[Chorus: OnlyBino]
Lil boy you a lame, no you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they ass, high like angel dust
I was broke as f*ck then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*tch you a lame to us
We done passed all they ass, now they hatin' us

[Verse 1: OnlyBino]
Laid up on they ass, but now I'm back at it
In love with by bread, b*tch I'm a bag addict (okay, aye, aye)
These boys think they better, really bad at it
b*tch I'm countin' up all my cheddar, doin' mathematics (hahaha)
You know I can't save no hoe (yeah, yеah)
Diamonds all on my neck, my sh*t like H2O (okay, go)
I just got a new goddamn chеck, I got a bag to blow (woo)
And I been done had that b*tch, no you can't have the hoe (woah, woah)
What you say bout me?
I got a brand new stick and I fill that b*tch with .223's
I can't play bout mine lil n*gga, that sh*t on G-O-D
He play with my slime, I owe that lil bro R.I.P
Bag, after bag, after bag, in my bank account
Cops on my ass, hit the dash, they can't catch me now
These boys never real, they wearin' masks, too much fakes around
I said, please don't send me sh*t, your music ass, he a hater now
[Chorus: OnlyBino]
Lil boy you a lame, no you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they ass, high like angel dust
I was broke as f*ck then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*tch you a lame to us
We done passed all they ass, now they hatin' us

[Verse 2: TyFontaine]
I was broke as f*ck, yeah I was down bad on my di*k (yeah)
That sh*t is not sanitary, get up off my di*k
They say "Ty, you sound like this, and this, and this, and this"
They say "Ty, you know you look like-" huh, get off my di*k (yes)
You was just a failure, tellin' me about my sh*t, woah
Put my mama in diamonds, shinin' like this, and this, and this (what?)
Keep my chicken and my [?], they only Crips
She can have my children, unless they sittin' [?], Ricky
I don't even let her touch my pants to unzip
Yeah, tyin' up my waistband, FN on my hip
I can hit a lick, b*tch or do it off the scrip (do it off the-)
Have some slimes that wanna slime me out, now take you a Timb

[Chorus: OnlyBino]
Lil boy you a lame, no you can't hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin' paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin' gas, on they ass, high like angel dust
I was broke as f*ck then got my paper up
Please don't [?], sh*t get dangerous
You can't hang with gang, b*tch you a lame to us
We done passed all they ass, now they hatin' us