Hatin' For Testo

Yeah…
I see you niggas hatin
But I’m getting mines regardless

I pull up in some shit you know you can’t afford
I made a lot of dough and I’m gon make some more
I’m shinin on you niggas, yeah I know you see
And I guess that’s what you hatin for
You ain’t got no hoes, no money
And I guess that’s what you hatin for But a lil nigga rocked up and these bitches love me
And I guess that’s what you hatin for

Aye look, I started off from that box Chevy
Now the boy ridin in the 6
Yeah I’m talkin that beam homie, got feds thinkin I’m flippin bricks
Like how the fuck did that lil nigga started getting money like crackers
And I never needed no handouts, so no co-signs from these rappers nah
Fuck fame, I need gwap
Fuck sex, I need the top
Yeah that’s really what I told yo bitch and had her suckin on me like a tootsy pop
I’m in the strip where they push and pop
The lifestyle of a young nigga
And now they jackin my flow dawg
I ain’t got a kid but I stunt niggas
And I find it funny how some niggas be talkin more than these bitches do
I guess you niggas got no life and you boys fucked without shit to do
But see that homie start Twitter hatin
But really dawg, that’s just motivatin
It make a nigga wanna shit on yall They wanna see me fall, yeah I know they waitin
And these jealous nigga, man I know it’s Satan
But the Lord got me so I’m never stressin
To be alive, that’s the biggest blessing
So while I’m here I can’t waste a second
I’m on my shit and I won’t never slack
Came from the slums and I ain’t going back
I said I’m on my shit and I won’t never slack
Came from the slums and I ain’t going back
I promise

I pull up in some shit you know you can’t afford
I made a lot of dough and I’m gon make some more
I’m shinin on you niggas, yeah I know you see
And I guess that’s what you hatin for
You ain’t got no hoes, no money
And I guess that’s what you hatin for
But a lil nigga rocked up and these bitches love me
And I guess that’s what you hatin for

Lil nigga they was hatin on
I wanted that, this is they favorite song
Chyeah, I’m what the world been waitin on
So when I cut you off don’t take it wrong uh
What you know bout going out?
Head west, head best, DT yell up in a bitch say
Yeah I’m fresh to death and fresh til the next life
Still at it, clean knife through the red pipe
Chyeah, it’s a lifestyle
LA trips over flight miles
And the girl that I’m with got a nice style
Keep grills in her mouth and they iced out
Yeah, and this is what they hatin for
Cus I rap like this and my stack like this
Gotta shout out to my haters on a track like this
Let me get this straight
If you real you real, if you fake you fake
Stack it face to face, on my way to a mill
I’m so Canada fly, state to state
Got some RnB chicks, can’t wait to date
Appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate
Only ride for the fam so they can’t relate
And I’m finally doin good so they hate that thing
Bitch takin shit, name yo top five rappers, I’mma take they place
See this city is on and it’s thanks to Drake
Now they askin who next, I’mma fill in the blank
Put a bit in my bank
And these hatin ass niggas, tell em give me a break
No Betty Croker got cake to make
Got models to fuck, got ace to face
So I ain’t worried bout these bitches, I can get em a place
It’s like that

I pull up in some shit you know you can’t afford
I made a lot of dough and I’m gon make some more
I’m shinin on you niggas, yeah I know you see
And I guess that’s what you hatin for
You ain’t got no hoes, no money
And I guess that’s what you hatin for
But a lil nigga rocked up and these bitches love me
And I guess that’s what you hatin for