Macnlevi - Why They Hatin' (feat. Lazy-Boy) Lyrics

Aye, but tell me why they hatin'
Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch
Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous
See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous
Aye, but tell me why they hatin'
Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch
Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous
See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous
Bitch you know I got hard bars
I'm never going to be on the bench I'm a start
Your bitch trinna f*ck with me cause I'm hella smart
She trinna make love with me but I broke her heart
I'm never going to call that stupid hoe back
She already knew she was f*cking with the macc
Watch out before I call my little homie pacc
He'll knock your ass out with a plain ass slap
I got hundreds i got fifty's I got blue strips baby
Got this one bitch over eighteen so I call my lady
She sick In the head she wanna have my babies
I'll be like hell nahh you have a f*cking crazy
This bitch trinna f*ck with the whole team
I be like hell nah I got more green
I been like hell nahh ion f*ck with feans
When I tell you my age yeah I'm fifteen
I got money I got stacks I got shoes I got trues
If you f*cking with the opps then we leave your ass screwed
I be like dumb nigga watch your attitude
I be like dumb nigga I don't f*ck with you
Aye, but tell me why they hatin'
Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch
Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous
See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous
Aye, but tell me why they hatin'
Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch
Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous
See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous
I'm hit this ball shoot it like a free throw
Your bitch hit my line lil baby gave me deep through
Bitch trinna f*ck with me they thinking I'm the man
F*ck these bitches I'm only counting bandz
Leave a bitch broke if they ain't talking about a check
Sorry bitch had too pass it on too the next
If you ain't trinna f*ck with me bitch it all good
Finna see me blow up and you wish a nigga would
Lemme tell you baby I be really on that p shit
Forty get too sparking luh baby ima squeeze it
Pro club shirts I be wearing that everyday
Stfu bitch you know where I stay
Bitch I'm the macc you already know wassup
Chillin with your bitch she really wanna f*ck
Tell me why these sucka niggas always f*cken hating
These hoes trinna f*ck with me but bitch I ain't dating
Bitch I poor it up bitch I let it sink down
Talking out your neck we leave you with a frown
Fifteen years old and pop ain't around
Finna succeed until I make a touchdown
I got money I got stacks I got shoes I got trues
If you f*cking with the opps then we leave your ass screwed
I be like dumb nigga watch your attitude
I be like dumb nigga I don't f*ck with you
I got money I got stacks I got shoes I got trues
If you f*cking with the opps then we leave your ass screwed
I be like dumb nigga watch your attitude
I be like dumb nigga I don't f*ck with you
Aye, but tell me why they hatin'
Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch
Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous
See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous
Aye, but tell me why they hatin'
Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch
Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous
See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous
Aye, but tell me why they hatin'
Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch
Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous
See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous
Aye, but tell me why they hatin'
Speaking on me ima go and f*ck his main bitch
Baby neno on my hip im living dangerous
See him up in traffic we gone make somebody famous