[Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD]
Trying hard to hate on me, you a bitch, I can't
I go harder on my own, and that's it
Is you tough?
Is you hating on this thot?
Need a switch? Buy a gun, if you thinking you can get
I'm a god, and you ass, you belong inside the trash
Boarding bags with my thots
Everything is underneath, thats a fact
Talk yo shit, there's a reason for your three hoes
I won't even stick around, boy you said enough (yuh, yuh)

[Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD]
Spent my whole life hatin', cuz I really hate shit
I said fuck your fashion, stand in my big davids yuh
I said fuck your whole shit, never get tired of hating ya
Fuck your fucking culture, ya'll ain't nothing but traitors yuh

[Refrain: BRUHMANEGOD]
Bitch I hate ya
Bitch I hate you so much
Bitch I hate ya
Bitch I hate you so much

[Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD]
Trying hard to hate on me, you a bitch, I can't
I go harder on my own, and that's it
Is you tough?
Is you hating on this thot?
Need a switch? Buy a gun, if you thinking you can get
I'm a god, and you ass, you belong inside the trash
Boarding bags with my thots
Everything is underneath, thats a fact
Talk yo shit, there's a reason for your three hoes
I won't even stick around, boy you said enough (yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
I love hating on shit that annoy me
I love hating on people that be pissing me off
If you fake based, then i gotta speak about it
If you fake based, then i gotta call you out
Sometimes people don't really peep the vision
And I be going crazy cuz I really got the vision
Every time I get up on the mic I be spittin'
It's real based knowledge that I'm out here givin'
I could be a professor, but people don't want no free game
I got tired of giving people free fame
I got tired of giving out handouts
I got tired of doing shows for free
Bitch I'm with SG, tap the CC on the E
Earlier today he asked if i could help crush an e pill in half
I did that shit instantly, I'm used to crushing pills in half
Every time I get up on the mic I gotta snap
Every time I get up on the mic I'm going ham

[Verse 3: Friz]
Yeah I'mma run this hoe up, cuz I fucking hate shit
This Bitch on my dick for what? bitch you wanna taste it
That bitch fucking basic, can't keep up with me no more
This bitch wouldn't even know, this bitch wanna freak out now
If i got time for that, I'll see you, only come in when I need you
Read the room, you gotta go
Before I lose my mind and lose my shit, okay
Posted with my bitch, okay
And another bitch, okay
Yeah that hoe, she miss my face
Told that hoe I miss her face
Bounce around from different states, you need a spot? I know a place
Got a pack, if that's the case
She run with me to the bank
My bitch run with me to the bank
I hate you all, fuck what you think
[Verse 4: CHRIST DILLINGER]
I been talking shit since the first day that I came out the womb
My Mom talk shit, my Dad talk shit, my aunt and uncie talk shit too
I talk more shit than asians do, I talk more shit than black people too
I talk more shit than white people do about other people that aren't white
I talk more shit than charleston white, talk shit whole morning, into night
I wake up, start hating on n****s, I'm out sleeping in the middle of the night
My Mom told me there's always going to be haters, that's just the way that this life shit Is
Hater n****s marry hater bitches, then them haters go have hater kids
I talk so much shit, wake up the dead, who is this talking shit inside my head?
Where you think you going In that cheap ass fit? Put another thousand on that fit
That's why I'm always fly as shit
Wake up in the morning, get fly as shit
If I do not talk shit about myself, you gon criticize others and not yourself
I'm in the club, I'm starin' at you
Get mad, throw a drink at you
You could tell I'm talking shit about you
I'm looking at you and my lips moving
Your outfit whack as hell
Your sense of style whack as hell
Your taste in music whack as hell
Your taste in bitches whack as hell
I talk more shit than SpaceGhostPurpp
On the n****s name I'm throwin' dirt
Your broke as shit, your pockets hurt
Your hands ain't never touch no work