Hate lyrics

[Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD]
Trying hard to hate on me, you a b*tch, I can't
I go harder on my own, and that's it
Is you tough?
Is you hating on this thot?
Need a switch? Buy a gun, if you thinking you can get
I'm a god, and you ass, you belong inside the trash
Boarding bags with my thots
Everything is underneath, thats a fact
Talk yo sh*t, there's a reason for your three hoes
I won't even stick around, boy you said enough (yuh, yuh)

[Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD]
Spent my whole life hatin', cuz I really hate sh*t
I said f*ck your fashion, stand in my big davids yuh
I said f*ck your whole sh*t, never get tired of hating ya
f*ck your f*cking culture, ya'll ain't nothing but traitors yuh

[Refrain: BRUHMANEGOD]
b*tch I hate ya
b*tch I hate you so much
b*tch I hate ya
b*tch I hate you so much

[Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD]
Trying hard to hate on me, you a b*tch, I can't
I go harder on my own, and that's it
Is you tough?
Is you hating on this thot?
Need a switch? Buy a gun, if you thinking you can get
I'm a god, and you ass, you belong inside the trash
Boarding bags with my thots
Everything is underneath, thats a fact
Talk yo sh*t, there's a reason for your three hoes
I won't even stick around, boy you said enough (yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
I love hating on sh*t that annoy me
I love hating on people that be p*ssing me off
If you fake based, then i gotta speak about it
If you fake based, then i gotta call you out
Sometimes people don't really peep the vision
And I be going crazy cuz I really got the vision
Every time I get up on the mic I be spittin'
It's real based knowledge that I'm out here givin'
I could be a professor, but people don't want no free game
I got tired of giving people free fame
I got tired of giving out handouts
I got tired of doing shows for free
b*tch I'm with SG, tap the CC on the E
Earlier today he asked if i could help crush an e pill in half
I did that sh*t instantly, I'm used to crushing pills in half
Every time I get up on the mic I gotta snap
Every time I get up on the mic I'm going ham

[Verse 3: Friz]
Yeah I'mma run this hoe up, cuz I f*cking hate sh*t
This b*tch on my di*k for what? b*tch you wanna taste it
That b*tch f*cking basic, can't keep up with me no more
This b*tch wouldn't even know, this b*tch wanna freak out now
If i got time for that, I'll see you, only come in when I need you
Read the room, you gotta go
Before I lose my mind and lose my sh*t, okay
Posted with my b*tch, okay
And another b*tch, okay
Yeah that hoe, she miss my face
Told that hoe I miss her face
Bounce around from different states, you need a spot? I know a place
Got a pack, if that's the case
She run with me to the bank
My b*tch run with me to the bank
I hate you all, f*ck what you think
[Verse 4: CHRIST DILLINGER]
I been talking sh*t since the first day that I came out the womb
My Mom talk sh*t, my Dad talk sh*t, my aunt and uncie talk sh*t too
I talk more sh*t than asians do, I talk more sh*t than black people too
I talk more sh*t than white people do about other people that aren't white
I talk more sh*t than charleston white, talk sh*t whole morning, into night
I wake up, start hating on n****s, I'm out sleeping in the middle of the night
My Mom told me there's always going to be haters, that's just the way that this life sh*t Is
Hater n****s marry hater b*tches, then them haters go have hater kids
I talk so much sh*t, wake up the dead, who is this talking sh*t inside my head?
Where you think you going In that cheap ass fit? Put another thousand on that fit
That's why I'm always fly as sh*t
Wake up in the morning, get fly as sh*t
If I do not talk sh*t about myself, you gon criticize others and not yourself
I'm in the club, I'm starin' at you
Get mad, throw a drink at you
You could tell I'm talking sh*t about you
I'm looking at you and my lips moving
Your outfit whack as hell
Your sense of style whack as hell
Your taste in music whack as hell
Your taste in b*tches whack as hell
I talk more sh*t than SpaceGhostPurpp
On the n****s name I'm throwin' dirt
Your broke as sh*t, your pockets hurt
Your hands ain't never touch no work