Lloyd Banks
Hate Me Or Love Me (Remix)
[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Pull up, we send hot shit
(Ditty, we 'bout to be rich, baby)
Livvy in this bitch
Uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh
I don't fuck with these bum ass n***as
I know n***as say they want kill me

[Verse]
I know n***as say they want kill me (I know n***as say they want kill me)
Opps just 'cause they block don't feel me (Opps just 'cause they block don't feel me)
Talk but ain't do shit, we call him a civilian
Listen, we know you ain't used to no killin' (We know you ain't used to no killin')
He dropped a diss and then died by the next week
She jackin' the fuck 'cause my pockets lookin' healthy
These bitches gon' do whatever when that cash speak (Uh, uh)
I'll bе damned I be lay out on the back street
Hе got hit 'cause he ain't seen that blueberry beam (Frr)
He tried to run but couldn't deal when that TEC spit (When that TEC spit)
Off a X, she gon' go for the team
I'm [?] hidin' the shit when they blame [?] (Shh)
Told myself, "I ain't dissin' no opps" (Dissin' no opps)
Snipe died and that shit got me hot (That shit got me hot)
Then we spinnin' and bendin' 'til three n***as shot (Then we spinnin' and bendin' 'til, what?)
There he go, hop out and we leavin' him shot (Let's go, boom, boom)
Hottest out of my city, I say it a lot (Gang, gang)
N***as broke, yeah, I know 'cause they big homie pops
Buckss fuckin' his bitch and she givin' the drop
That's his fault, shouldn't trust that thot
Gang know how I go, bail in, bail out (You know that)
I can fuck up the face, I ain't cashin' out (You know that)
Put a switch on the Glock 'cause we bangin' it out
Pandemic, your homie still stuck in the drought, n***a
She know I got racks, she on that (She know I got racks, she on that)
Hit the bitch once and delete it, don't call back (Don't call back)
Hate it or love it, she goin' for this set (Hate it or love it, she goin' for this set)
He ain't do shit in some years, we know that (Goofy)
Treat a opp n***a bitch, get the ho back
Is you fuckin' or not? Then dip
'Cause bitch, I ain't takin' no pic (Bitch, I ain't takin' no pic)
The opps outside but they ain't doin' shit (Shit, at all)
Heard he told on his mans instead of doin' that bit'
Catch a B, hit a lick, I been doin' this shit (I been doin' this shit)
High speed on 12, Sonny pushin' the whip (Skrrt)
Then we back on the West tryna see who we hit (Uh)
Off the 'Migos, she doin' the dick, like (She doin' the dick, like)
Off the 'Migos, she doin' the clique (She doin' the clique)
Sayin' she love, she lyin', I ain't trustin' a bitch (At all)
I'd died with these links, whatever it is
Thirty cal' on my waist so I walk with a limp (So I walk with a limp)
He reach for my chain then died with his blick (Grrah, grrah)
MOB, get a bag, 'fore you run to a bitch (Run to a bitch, n***a)
Turned your man to a block, now he famous and shit (Now he famous and shit)
[Outro]
N***a
Turned your man to a block, now he— (He got hit up)
He got hit up, uh
Livvy, dummy