Constantly Hating (feat. Birdman)

Pour that shit up fool

The sauce

Monster

Man, so you ain't gon' pour?

Oh you're gonna make a **** beg you to pour?

Okay, bool, easy

(Wheezy Beats)

Uh

Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed

Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (Skrrrt)

Pulled up on the Birdman (Brrrr)

I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster

You got fifty whole bands, you'll be my sponsor

Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda

I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him

Chuck E Cheese him up like pizza yeah might I roll him

I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby, I poke

Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia

I heard I put it in the spot, yessir, she told me

My **** muggin', these **** YSL only

I heard my 'Nolia **** not friendly, like no way

But we not friendly either, you know it

Yeah, thumbs up

I seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump’s course

My bitch a tall blooded horse, ****, bronco

And if you catch us down, bet you're not gon' trunk us

You got a body, lil ****, we got a ton of 'em

You got some Robins, lil ****, we got some Batmans

I let that chopper go blocka blocka, get back, son

You got them MJs, ****, I got them Jacksons (Racks)

But really what is it to do

When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?

Pussy **** hold they nuts, masturbatin' on you

Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you

**** tell me what you do

Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy ****?

I got a hundred things to do

And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, ****

Birdman'll break a **** nose, lil' ****

You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' ****

We created Ks on shoulders, ****

I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' ****

We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' ****

A hundred bands, show you're right, lil' ****

I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' ****

Birdman Willie B

Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese

Hundred K on private flights overseas

Choppa City ****, free BG

Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep

Rich **** shit, smoke two pounds in a week

Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets

Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG

But really what is it to do

When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?

Pussy **** hold they nuts, masturbatin' on you

Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you

**** tell me what you do

Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy ****?

I got a hundred things to do

And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

**** I'm a crack addict

Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it

The new Boosie Badazz at it

I'ma drop a **** like, just like a bad habit

I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug

I'm a big dog, lil' fuck **** you a pup

Lil' bitch clean your drawers before you think you're a thug

Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub

I ain't even lyin', baby

I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby

First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby

I might dap you like, good try baby

Big B livin', baby

Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs

I promise their mama see them this week

And I don't break promises with my Ds

I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey D’s

She know I am a beast, I so am obese

In Miami I swear they don't got good weed

Wiz Khalifa can you send some weed please?