#Ihatethots

[Verse: HoodSasuke]
I’m back in my bag
Don’t got knocks got dag’s (don’t got knocks got dag’s)
It’s a trag’
That you fucking on these niggas while they wack
Shoutout my cuz, that’s my Brodie-bro
He turn you to a pack (he turn you to a pack)
Think he been all in the range, ‘cause now he’s quicker to attack
Bitch I been all in the lab, ‘cause now I’m quicker with my raps
Cheddar, chicken, in my pocket
Need some lettuce for this wrap
Give a fuck ‘bout a bitch, ‘cause I ain’t falling for no trap
And you niggas got no drip while there’s some dutchie on my hat
(what the fuck is you wearing?)
Spill-spill some dutchie on my RAF
And this nigga talking crazy while his bitch is in my lap
If I’m flying out to England
Then I’m sneaking in a wap
Are you sure that that’s your wifey, ‘cause I heard her booty clap
Are you sure that you got motion?
Heard you sneaking in the VIP
Do a drill all by myself and I ain’t blacking out the whip (hey, hey)
I think trip is re-evolving, better go and watch your film (that’s on bro)
I feel fantastic, I keep human torch on the hip
Human torch in the mag, while I dump out the clip
Get you killed for an eighth, or a ounce, or a zip
I’m that nigga that always gon’ spazz off the rip, and I’m fucking a milf she the big three zilch
Hundred’-hundred’ my chamber I’m ‘ooting like Wilt
In my cup it’s not lean it’s some wine I can’t spill
Said that you stressed so of course you pop pills
It’s two-twenty trip and the niel that can’t kneel
Oh my gosh (phew)

[Verse: WHYBG]
Triple seven, triple two we counting great figures
Man I swear my choppa racist, think it hate nigga’s
Man these nigga’s swagger jacking, I swear they ain’t original (come on)
(Come on) I swapped her and her sister out, I did them both individual (what, what)
Lemme flex up, lemme call up my Brodie
Pour up with my wodie he shot at the neck, fuck your vest up
Smoking dope, know I’m stoning, give 24 shots like Kobe, they can’t even check us
I know you don’t even know me, but I know your ho
Yeah she going, Genesiis we next up
(Yeah, oh my god)
Just like that, make it clap
Shawty pulled up on me and I pulled on her
I Had told her throw that ass back
You know I stay flee and I think that’s why she like
She really on my sack
Want a feat, cost a fee, pussy boy you better pay me
If you want your track
Attack (yeah, yeah)
(Come on, come on, BG)
(Phew, yeah)