Constantly Hating - Birdman, Young Thug

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 loaded

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 Badmans

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 fuckin' 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' fuckin' figures

Yeah, I’m from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga

Birdman’ll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga

You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga

We created Ks on shoulders, nigga

I’m a scary fuckin' 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

Nigga I’m a crack addict

Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it

The new' Boosie Badazz at it

I’m a drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit

I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug

I’m a big dog, lil' fuck 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

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 am obese

In Miami I swear they don’t got good weed

Wiz Khalifa can you give me some weed please?

Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga

Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?

We in that Red Light District, you understand?

3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga, you understand me?

Just livin' the life, boy, aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga

We can blow a mil', boy.

Rich Gang YSL, bratt!