‍hatin on me lyrics

Rockin with dj youngkash

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Ya, Ya, Aye
They hatin' on me (They hatin' on me)
They hatin' on me (They hatin' on me)
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one (I can't trust no one)
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one
They hatin' on me, they hatin' on me
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one
They hatin' on me, they hatin' on me
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one

[Verse 1: lil filth]
Thotty with a body, she gone ride like Kawasaki
She can call me filthy papi, and go pull up in the rarri, aye
Pull up on the kid, where the beef at?
I be with that loud pack, boof bag, I could put the roof back
pus*y on my mustache, I get everything that I must have
Plus that, I get packs gift wrapped
Big ass, big bag, I ain't gon' kiss that
I might just icey my wrist and pull up where your b*tch at
In my soda, lean done filled my soda
She gon' give me brain like its NOVA its over, ya
Aye, aye, aye, ya'll be talking hella sh*t, aye
I just made your b*tch my friend, now we got benefits
Aye, aye, aye, And I'm popping hella sticks
Aye, aye, aye, And im busting hella licks, aye
[Chorus]
They hatin' on me (They hatin' on me)
They hatin' on me (They hatin' on me)
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one (I can't trust no one)
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one
They hatin' on me, they hatin' on me
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one
They hatin' on me, they hatin' on me
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I just poured a four inside my drank
I just mixed the water with the stank
You ain't got no guns, quit the act (quit the act)
All you n*gga’s [?] talkers, ya’ll shoot blanks
I got the true in my jeans, these racks, they don't even fit in my jeans
She just wanna f*ck on my team, she just wanna suck on my lean
I can’t stop, I can’t stop, it’s a habit (it’s a habit)
You get caught, then you better toss the ratchet
All these n*ggas, now they hate me, boy what’s happenin’
Now they hatin’ cuz Smokepurpp really has it, ya, ya
Aye, boof pack, smoking up the backwood
I be pumpin’ [?] like a strap would (like a strap would)
All you n*ggas fold like a notebook
Leave a n*gga laying in the backwoods (backwood)
[Chorus]
They hatin' on me (They hatin' on me)
They hatin' on me (They hatin' on me)
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one (I can't trust no one)
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one
They hatin' on me, they hatin' on me
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one
They hatin' on me, they hatin' on me
I can't trust no one, I can't trust no one