Songtexte Why They Hate - Q Da Fool

Wassup Zay, yeah you know
I'm one of those, one of those real niggas
Last of a dying breed nigga, on gang, on gang nigga
I might do a kick though
All I did was sell dope

Why they wanna hate though?
Put that 30 to your face ho
I just caught a case ho
Hundred round with the draco
Catch a body imma lay low
Got them guns off of halo
38 With the potato
I got killers on the payroll
Finesse the a hole with the kroll
I'm plugged in real good with Diego

Big choppa filled with egg rolls
Found out where he live, pulled up did a bid
Make a nigga feel the sick
Dropping coke in the pot, bitch I really trap a lot
Nigga acting cocky so I killed him in the parking lot
On the block I'm getting very high so I'm trapping out the sky
Draco raining on these niggas got these niggas playing hopscotch
My barber bought my shoes, whipping up that fucking steel pot
If you snitch back then pussy nigga boy you still hot
Imma send a bullet, send a bullet, call me Prescott
Nigga if you take a shot make that shit your best shot
Been cooking so much dope my fucking wrist locked
Gelato 41 inside the ziploc
Try play me like a bitch you gonna get popped
Rich shooter keep it gangsta not going pop
I'm a real gangsta I might kill a cop
Bitch I'm a thug so I might break your heart
I been a goon from the start
Bitch this ain't rap this that motherfucking art
Fuck the feds they hating cause I'm opp
Set us to sweep your body in shots
I came up cause I sold rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
I rob a nigga with a large Glock
I'm just shooting till the car stop
I want the Rollie, I want designer the foreign
And a whole lot of guap
I'm growing weed like farmers grow the crops
Rest in peace bop bitch I shoot like my pops
When I pull up they be like oh shit that's opps
I love to show your bitch out with my cock, nigga

Why they wanna hate though?
Put that 30 to your face ho
I just caught a case ho
Hundred round with the draco
Catch a body imma lay low
Got them guns off of halo
38 With the potato
I got killers on the payroll
Finesse the a hole with the kroll
I'm plugged in real good with Diego

T-R-A-P-P-E-R
We got the sauce, set it till we got the raw
Keep on your pants bitch I only want jaw
I'm a rich shooter so bitch yeah I'm breaking the law
Imma kill a nigga if he cover his car
Off a nigga head like a motherfucking saw
Fuck around nut on her bra
All my niggas work hard
Shoot his head see his thoughts
Fuck with them all I don't care what it cost
Kill a nigga man I'm opp
A lot of guns I got assault
I turned shooting to a sport
I don't ever go to court but I still pay the lawyer
I can't do shit for you, cause you ain't do one thing for me
My sons they kings they royal
I hope that they don't turn out like me
Bitches back first, you in the dirt
Bitch I'm off the syrup, my words slurred
I was just up on the curb, selling herb
Now motherfuckers pay that bag just to hear my words
We in the building, all rest alert
That crack be filming, and cause they thirst
Them crackers fiending
Fuck a trapper I'm the meanest
Fuck her good I got her screaming
She a demon for the semen
Yeah, I got that water like a sea man
And I got that tree man
If you want a shot with the fool better see man
10 RPs in the set for the van
I'm a hit man I don't miss no man
Nigga, fuck that nigga I don't miss no man
And I'm ten toes when I'm in that can, bitch

Haha, yeah
I'm a real ass shooter really real deal
And I be up in that motherfucking field
One head shot, instant kill nigga