Why Hate? (Interlude)

(Verse)
Ha, these niggas just hate on the low
I smell like that dope when I walk thru the door
Habibi just pass me the woods in the store
He said that he shoot but he missed it won't close
Got in wit that fye know we gon do the most
I Louie my bandana
Rock bb's like Santana
Pour a 6 in my damn Fanta
Ride wit sticks out in Atlanta
I'm Ash'in my opps pikachu wit no charmander
That lil bih dont wanna tell people she close to me
That Glock on my hip because that's where it's suppose to be
We upped on that nigga we hope that he know its me
Pour a 16 ounce in a two liter
She sucking my dick yeah that bitch is a eater
I'm off of the 30's she know I'm a geeker
Yankee no brim but I'm not Derek Jeter

(Prelude)
What do you them to from you?
Like don't let nothing stop you
If you want to do something
Do that shit
You know how many people laughed at me cause I made music
Then they end up making music

(Verse)
I'm up in New York wit the gang wit the troops
If I pass it to him yeah I know he'll shoot
I came in wit a thousand I left out wit two
I just spilled my lean up on some shoes
If we race to that money then your gonna lose
Bitches ain't loyal that hoe gonna choose
I'm fuckin that bih in the dark look at all of my ice
Roll up a wood full exotic
So you can see that good dope all in my eyes
I can not lose baby I just gotta win
If I was going thru shit can I let you in