yungliv - hate me or love me (remix) lyrics
hate me or love me (remix) lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh, uh
pull up, we send hot sh_t
(ditty, we ’bout to be rich, baby)
livvy in this b_tch
uh, uh_uh, uh
uh, uh_uh, uh
uh, uh_uh, uh
i don’t f_ck with these bum ass n_ggas
i know n_ggas say they want k!ll me
[verse]
i know n_ggas say they want k!ll me (i know n_ggas say they want k!ll me)
opps just ’cause they block don’t feel me (opps just ’cause they block don’t feel me)
[?] ain’t do sh_t, we call him a civilian
listen, we know you ain’t used to no k!llin’ (we know you ain’t used to no k!llin’)
he dropped a diss and then died by the next week
she jackin’ the f_ck ’cause my pockets lookin’ healthy
these b_tches gon’ do whatever when that cash speak (uh, uh)
i’ll bе d_mned i be lay out on the back street
hе got hit ’cause he ain’t seen that blueberry beam (frr)
he tried to run but couldn’t deal when that tec spit (when that tec spit)
off a x, she gon’ go for the team
i’m [?] hidin’ the sh_t when they blame [?] (shh)
told myself, “i ain’t dissin’ no opps” (dissin’ no opps)
snipe died and that sh_t got me hot (that sh_t got me hot)
then we spinnin’ and bendin’ ’til three n_ggas shot (then we spinnin’ and bendin’ ’til, what?)
there he go, hop out and we leavin’ him shot (let’s go, boom, boom)
hottest out of my city, i say it a lot (gang, gang)
n_ggas broke, y’all know ’cause they big homie pops
buckss f_ckin’ his b_tch and she givin’ the drop
that’s his fault, shouldn’t trust that thot
gang know how i go, bail in, bail out (you know that)
i can f_ck up the face, i ain’t cashin’ out (you know that)
put a switch on the glock ’cause we bangin’ it out
pandemic, your homie still stuck in the [?], n_gga
she know i got racks, she on that (she know i got racks, she on that)
hit the b_tch once and delete it, don’t call back (don’t call back)
hate it or love it, she goin’ for this set (hate it or love it, she goin’ for this set)
he ain’t do sh_t in some years, we know that (goofy)
treat a opp n_gga b_tch, get the ho back
is you f_ckin’ or not? then dip
’cause b_tch, i ain’t takin’ no pic (b_tch, i ain’t takin’ no pic)
the opps outside but they ain’t doin’ sh_t (sh_t, at all)
heard he told on his mans instead of doin’ that bit’
catch a b, hit a l!ck, i been doin’ this sh_t (i been doin’ this sh_t)
high speed on 12, sonny pushin’ the whip (skrrt)
then we back on the west tryna see who we hit (uh)
off the ‘migos, she doin’ the d_ck, like (she doin’ the d_ck, like)
off the ‘migos, she doin’ the clique (she doin’ the clique)
sayin’ she love, she lyin’, i ain’t trustin’ a b_tch (at all)
i’d died with these links, whatever it is
thirty cal’ on my waist so i walk with a limp (so i walk with a limp)
he reach for my chain then died with his bl!ck (grrah, grrah)
mob, get a bag, [?], you a b_tch (you a b_tch, n_gga)
turned your man to a block, now he famous and sh_t (now he famous and sh_t)
[outro]
n_gga
turned your man to a block, now he— (he got hit up)
he got hit up, uh
livvy, dummy
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