Hate Me

[Intro: Lil Yachty & Ian]
Shouldn't be drinking on lean, I'm already half dead
Give a fμcκ, I'm a gangster, I'm thugging
(I'm thugging, brrt, frrt-frrt)
Yeah (Grow up, n¡ɡɡα), huh, yeah, huh, c'mon, us
Huh-huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brrt)
Come on, huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ian & Lil Yachty]
Wedding cake in my blunt with no bride yet
If I face me another, I die here
I'm just praying I make it 'til Friday
Either way, I'ma die with my pride
Fell in love with the Cullinan parked out front
B¡tch, wait 'til you see the garage
I done made me a promise, I fight back once
This time I'ma leave it to God
On God, I ain't play 'bout nothing, once
When it's gamе time, jumping, clutch
First thing in the morning, blunt
First thing in the mornin'
I jump off thе porch and head straight to the Porsche
Get to driving like somebody chasin'
Rock it 'Cuz 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 ignoring my calls, ѕh¡t crazy
One time for the hoes I'm savin'
One time for the hoes that hate me
Two times for the hoes that hate me
Three times for the hoes that hate me
Three-five in the blunt, I'm spacin'
Four doors on the Rolls, ѕh¡t 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 found 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 fμcκ you came with
I don't care what the fμcκ your name is (What?), huh

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
My Chrome unfindable
Like I did me a hit and I threw it away
Pop out that b¡tch 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 b¡tch with a llama
I'm sneaking outside like Osama
Know I'm richer than your favorite rapper
If I'm not, they gotta kill my mama
Biggest house on the street
The first blacks here like Obama
Ok, let's see that thunder
On the plane, we took drugs under
And my b¡tch αѕѕ dumb like Yolanda
I'ma put the junk up from La Fonda
Fah-fah, fah-fah, you a bozo
I been twisting my fingers, I bang
And Concrete the gang
Same n¡ɡɡα, just rich, I ain't changed
Same n¡ɡɡα, I'm toting that flame

[Verse 3: Ian & Lil Yachty]
Huh, I'm the same old kid
But I gotta grow up now, I'm a grown-up now
I been having some long-αѕѕ nights
One more long-αѕѕ flight 'fore I'm right there next to you
Huh, dαmn, driver, move up, my legs need room
Huh, huh, dαmn, I really could cop this backseat, huh (Blatt)
I know all of my ex hoes miss me
I was drifting, poured a whole sixteen
I'm gon' clutch it, I don't do no wrestling
Had my mom diamonds looking like a cuff link
Put my b¡tch in no DG, free BG
We on TV, I'm making a mo—
We on TV, I'm making a movie
Durag on my head, it's The Boonies
Fμcκ whooping his αѕѕ, he gon' sue me
I'd fμcκ it up fast then re-up
Sip drink like I don't wanna be up
When we catch you, don't call for Jesus