Yeat - Hatër Lyrics

Yeah
I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (bah)
I can't f*ck with none of these lames, they all f*ckin' lie (what?)
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could f*ckin' die (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys
You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even f*ck with us, ah
You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even f*ck with us, ah
They some haters, they ain't f*ckin' with the mob, ah
Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, it's not my job, nah
All my money do a jump and do a job (lil' jump), ah
When you pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (bah-bah-bah)
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah
How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a f*ckin' spy (what?)
We got mob ties, baby, got a felon
F*ckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (go)

Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon
Ridin' 'round the city like a demon, like a villain
Bitch, I take these Percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling
Ridin' in a Double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling
Ooh, yeah, hey, walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up
We been up all day, I'm off Adderall (okay)
He just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend (f*ck 'em)
F*ckin' on your thot, f*ckin' on your friend (f*ck 'em)
I can't f*ck with nobody that's not my best friend (not my friend)
I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a tank
I can't f*ckin' with nobody, I'm standin' firm
I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane

Yeah
I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (bah)
I can't f*ck with none of these lames, they all f*ckin' lie (what?)
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could f*ckin' die (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys
You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even f*ck with us, ah
You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even f*ck with us, ah
They some haters, they ain't f*ckin' with the mob, ah
Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, it's not my job, nah
All my money do a jump and do a job (lil' jump), ah
When you pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (bah-bah-bah)
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah
How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a f*ckin' spy (what?)
We got mob ties, baby, got a felon
F*ckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (go)