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Ofc He Hate Us
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ofc He Hate Us was released on April 3, 2026 by release.global as a part of the album 59 Reasons
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Release DateApril 3, 2026
Labelrelease.global
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miguel Rucker
Miguel Rucker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miguel Rucker
Miguel Rucker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miguel Rucker
Miguel Rucker
Executive Producer

Lyrics

They don't do it for B
Go up the block and play hide and go seek
Brodie pole get to jammin', he smackin' the G
Need to look at the score, how they mentionin' B?
Q, he got a spot next to B, know he got hit with the back of the G
****, Jodot keep duckin', he mentionin' B, ****, ain't you get smacked with the back of the V?
Pop is a bitch, he don't come down the block, remember lil' Bino, they knocked off his top
Tryna come through the lot, we threw shot after shot
Blame Pop, ****, he put the Jet in a box
Stacky hit, Pop watched, **** must've forgot why he took all his posts down
1k shot, stop all of the cap, why you lyin' on drills? We made him put the ball down
Every Kreep that we saw, made 'em fall down, why the fuck is they havin' a ball now?
Bino been dead for like four different seasons, and Pop ain't do shit, needa give it his all now
Big bro dead and he sittin' on Twitch, **** always gon' cry, he got no-one to call now
Sha Dollaz hit, and his big bro a spliff, y'all got something in common, y'all big brothers gone now (Word to my dead)
1k thought he was tough, packs? One min' this **** a bluff
Tried to push up on bro, **** thinkin' he crazy, baow, baow, ****, then he got hit with a slug
But, now let's go talk about B, like, they left him right in the street
Bones this, Bones, that, **** must've forgot your big bro on a tee
But, no I'm not done, walk that boy down with the back of the gun
He sat right on the bike, tryna sit on his phone, get to creepin' real low, and start throwin' a ton, baow, baow
That boy's gotta go pop, I can merch on my deads he watched lil' Stackz drop
I can merch on my deads, Lady Kreep doin' dick, he keep dissin' the Fz, she was suckin' our cock
Of course Pop hate us, they put an O in Stackz back like he Tatum
Stack thought he was tough 'cause he ridin' with Pop, **** creeped on 'em, word to bro, **** banged him
1k, Stackz, Q is a pack
DayHound was the Jet, he got cooked for the Makk
But let's light up the Bino, my favorite lil' M&M flavor, **** know who got put in a pack, word to my dead
**** mentionin' Bones? LA, hit, got to breakin' his bones
Fazo, hit, tried to throw out a headcrack, **** head cracked while they threw at his dome
Bino, hit, they ain't pick up the phone
Stackz, hit, Pop left him alone
DayHound was the Jet, he got cooked for the Makk, blame Pop, he got trapped in a 2-3 zone, ****, word to my dead
Got me grabbin' the foil, I'm wrappin' the boot, fuck the rap, **** know how I get out the booth
Double back on the block, made all of 'em move, **** trollin' the Glo so the Glo went poof
Baow, **** runnin' and duckin' the boom
Trippin' and fallin', we popped a balloon
**** talkin' that talk, you can't walk in my shoes, needa look at my face when he walk in the room
The bros keep tellin' me, "Dot, dont crash", got the ball in my hand, Mouse tellin' me, "Rap"
**** gettin' it fucked up, 48 hours, how long that we got every time we do bad
Baow, baow, this shit makin' me mad, whole year, word to bro, put the belt to they ass
**** troll on the 'Gram, **** doing the same old shit, got the Makk **** stuck in a pack
They don't do it for B
Go up the block and play hide and go seek
Brodie pole get to jammin', he smackin' the G
**** look at the score, how they mentionin' B?
Q, he got a spot next to B, know he got hit with the back of the G
**** Jodot keep duckin', he mentionin' B, ****, ain't you get smacked with the back of the V?
Pop is a bitch, he don't come down the block, remember lil' Bino, they knocked off his top
Tryna come through the lot, we threw shot after shot
Blame Pop, ****, he put the Jet in a box
Stacky hit, Pop watched, **** must've forgot why he took all his posts down
1k shot, stop all of the cap, why you lyin' on drills? We made him put the ball down, word to my dead
Fuck Q, fuck Bino, fuck Pop, fuck Stackz
We got up with all of 'em ****, we not down on nobody
We got up with every fuckin' Kreep ****, word to my dead
Written by: Miguel Rucker
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