Hating Alot lyrics

[Intro]
Frrah, frrah, frrah, boom, n*gga
They know how the f*ck we comin', n*gga
Tz, Tz, Tz, Tz, Tz, Tz
Troopers troop, n*gga
On bro grave, free the Tz

[Chorus]
Grrah, look, it's safe to tell 'em that we fell out
'Cause, long story short, homie a sell out, uh
When I was sittin' in that jailhouse, only n*gga there was me when I went out
I ain't have no intention to bail out
'Cause, I was never lookin' for a handout
Got remanded on a different case, and then I decided to bring all hell out, look
Your homies the ones you should watch
And I know it don't seem that way, but, trust me, n*ggas be hatin' alot
They be mad you don't got what you got, and whеn you get up, they gon' envy your spot
n*ggas in thеir feelings 'cause they popped
Backdoor open, gotta keep it locked, if he push up on me, I'm lettin' off shots, like glah

[Verse 1]
They got me movin' like Rico
Ready to 4-5-6 'em, Cee-lo, any n*gga movin' evil
Homie thought he had the one up on me, though? Lacin'
n*ggas copied the wave, and I paved it
I was stuck in my ways, had to face it, n*ggas you callin' your homies, they ain't sh*t, glah
I still love 'em, from a distance, I'm just mad we fell out over b*tch sh*t
Anybody play with you, I'm flickin', but all of that politics sh*t, I ain't with it
I get mad and go spin like a fidget, ballin' hard gotta stay on my pivot
Shoot first, the greatest decision, the beam on the knock, I'ma knock off his fitted
Ain't no cooldown, got the opposites thinkin' we cool now
Any drop that I got, it got blew down, bendin' through blocks on the bike with the duece-pow, glah
Twenty-two rounds, mention Gunna, then, we gunnin' you down
In the Bay with the Apes, throwin' Wooo down, ballin' for Matt B, welcome to hoop town, frrah, frrah
Is it me? Did I not do enough for the team? Yo, Clayton, I ain't make opposites bleed?
Why they treatin' me like I'm a dweeb? And Dot has the beam on the Glock, it was green
Free Savage, up and let it squeeze, free Ooter, gon' throw even if he see Ds
Free Buggout, the demon troopin' through your Ps, glah, glah, uh
n*gga, I loved you, you a snake, and that's why I dubbed you
You was on backdoor time, so we slugged you, but instead of that, I should have hugged you
Whenever I had a problem, you would come through, and it's crazy what sh*t had to come to
I glue the beam on his head, like a frontal, anyone mentionin' bro, they get bunned, too, glah
[Chorus]
Grrah, look, it's safe to tell 'em that we fell out
'Cause, long story short, homie a sell out
When I was sittin' in that jailhouse, only n*gga there was me when I went out
I ain't have no intention to bail out, 'cause I was never lookin' for a handout
Got remanded on a different case, and then I decided to bring all hell out, look
Your homies the ones you should watch
And I know it don't seem that way, but, trust me, n*ggas be hatin' alot
They be mad you don't got what you got, and when you get up, they gon' envy your spot
n*ggas in their feelings 'cause they popped
Backdoor open, gotta keep it locked, if he push up on me, I'm lettin' off shots, like glah