Hate Me Lyrics – Lil Yachty feat. ian

Shouldn’t Be Drinkin’ On Lean, I’m Already Half Dead
Give A Fu*k, I’m A Gangster, I’m Thuggin’ (I’m Thuggin’, Brrt, Frrt-frrt)
Yeah (Grow Up, Nigga), Huh, Yeah, Huh, Come On (Us)
Huh-Huh, Huh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Brrt)
Come On, Huh, Huh

Weddin’ Cake In My Blunt With No Bride Yet
If I Face Me Another, I’ll Die Here
I’m Just Prayin’ I Make It ’til Friday
Either Way, I’ma Die With My Pride
Fell In Love With The Cullinan Parked Out Front,
Bitch, Wait ’til You See The Garage
I Done Made Me A Promise, I’ll Fight Back Once,
Next Time, I’ma Leave It To God
On God, I Ain’t Play ’bout Nothin’ Once
When It’s Game Time, Jump In, Clutch
First Thing In The Mornin’, Blunt
First Thing In The Mornin’, I Jump Off The Porch
And Head Straight To The Porsche,
Get To Drivin’ Like Somebody Chasin’
Rock It ’cause I Can Afford It, My Pockets Enormous,
Every Time That I Walk, I’m Chafin’
You Don’t Know How To Ball, You Lazy
You Ignorin’ My Call, Shit Crazy
One Time For The Ho*s I’m Savin’
One Time For The Ho*s That Hate Me
Two Times For The Ho*s That Hate Me
Three Times For The Ho*s That Hate Me
3.5 In The Blunt, I’m Spacin’
Four Doors On The Rolls, Shit Spacious
I Don’t Know If It’s, Uh
I Don’t Know If It’s Smart I Stay Here
I Don’t Know If I Want That Maybach
I Don’t Know If I’ll Find My Way Back
I Ain’t Never Gon’ Buy My Way In
I Ain’t Never Gon’ Bow To No Man
I Don’t Care Who The Fu*k You Came With
I Don’t Care What The Fu*k Your Name Is (What?), Huh

My Chrome Unfindable
Like I Did Me A Hit And I Threw It Away
Pop Out That Bitch And Hit Him In His Fa
Uh-huh
We Open Up Doors In The Summer
I Took The Roof Off Of The Hummer
I Snuck In That Bitch With A Llama
I’m Sneakin’ Outside Like Osama
Know I’m Richer Than Your Favorite Rapper
If I’m Not, Then, God, Kill My Momma, Huh
Biggest House On The Street
The First Blacks Here Like Obama
Okay, Let’s See That Thunder
On The Plane, We Took Drugs Under
And My Bitch A*s Dumb Like Yolanda
I’ma Put The Junk Up From La Fonda
Fah-Fah-Fah-Fah, Yeah, Fu*k ’em
I Be Twistin’ My Fingers, I Bang
And Concrete The Gang
Same Nigga, Just Rich, I Ain’t Change
Same Nigga, I’m Totin’ That Flame

Huh, I’m The Same Old Kid
But I Gotta Grow Up Now, I’m A Grown-up Now
I’ve Been Havin’ Some Long-A*s Nights
One More Long-A*s Flight ‘fore I’m Right There Next To You, Huh, Damn
Driver, Move Up, My Legs Need Room, Huh, Huh, Damn
Huh, I Really Could Cop This Backseat, Huh (Brrt)

I Know All Of My Ex-Ho*s Miss Me
I Was Drifting, Poured A Whole Sixteen
I’m Gon’ Clutch It, I Don’t Do No Wrestling
And My Mouth Diamonds Look Like A Cuff Link
Put My Bitch In No Dg, Free B.G
We On TV, I’m Makin’ A Mo
We On TV, I’m Makin’ A Movie
Durag On My Head, It’s The Boonies
Fu*k Whoopin’ His A*s, He Gon’ Sue Me
I’ll Fu*k It Up Fast, Then Re-up
Sip Drank Like I Don’t Wanna Be Up
When We Catch You, Don’t Call For Jesus