Constantly Hating Video (MV)

Hopped out my mothaf*ckin' bed
Hopped in the mothaf*ckin' coupe (SKRRRRR)
Pulled up on the Birdman
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster
You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (Condas)
I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
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 niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only
I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way
But we not friendly either, you know it
Yeah thumbs up
I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course
My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco
And if you catch us down, bet you're not gon' trunk us
You got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of 'em
You got some Robin's, lil nigga, we got some Balmains
I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)

But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the f*ckin' federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f*ckin' figures

Yeah, I'm from that mothaf*ckin' 'Nolia, nigga
Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga
You need to slow your f*ckin' roll, lil' nigga
We created Ks on shoulders, nigga
I'm a scary f*ckin' sight, lil' nigga
We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga
A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga
I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga
Birdman Willie B
Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese
Hundred K on private flights overseas
Choppas City nigga, free BG
Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep
Rich nigga 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 niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the f*ckin' federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f*ckin' figures

Nigga I'm a crack addict
Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it
The new Boosie Badazz said it
I'ma drop a nigga like, just like a bad habit
I stick to the ground like a mothaf*ckin' rug
I'm a big dog, lil' f*ck nigga 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 (No)
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 (Them my dogs)
I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds
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?