Constantly Hating Lyrics - Birdman

Pour that shit up fool, the sauce - monster! 

Man so you ain't gonna pour? 

Oh so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour? Okay bool 

You dig 

Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed 

Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (SKRRRRR) 

Pulled up on the Birdman (BRRRRR) 

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 Kanye-conda (condas) 

Yeeeah... 

I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him 

Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him 

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 Batmans 

I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son 

You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks) 

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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 

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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 

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'ma 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, nooo 

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 so obese 

In Miami I swear they don't got good weed 

Wiz Khalifa can you send 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, blatt!