Hate Lyrics - Singles - Mannie Fresh

(Aye, aye, Fresh, Stunna Man, we back at it daddy) 

Them niggas be hatin' on me man 

(two-thousand-sixteen, summertime shine, stuntin' on 'em) 

Let me tell you the type of shit they say about me 

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die 

Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why 

I'mma stay connected like the wifi 

Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod pussy nigga 

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate 

(Gon' head on and) hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate 

When I get this money I'mma kill 'em 

Twenty twenty vision to niggas who ain't want to see me with it 

Nigga fuck ya 

Don't make my trigger smart niggas go dumb-dumb 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac 

I'm so fuckin' focused in this bitch I just can't hold back 

Tell 'em bring that money bag, beast mode, running back 

Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino where you at? 

All I do is get it, dude you never get it 

You be in your feelin's too, my dude you're so pathetic 

You got too much sugar in your blood, diabetic 

You sick, you got the hate disease and I ain't tryna get it, no 

Mixin' Cristal and Ciroc 

I need a name for it, call it Chris Rock 

I'm in this motherfucker lookin' like a pile of some guap 

Come make a name for yourself and pussy pop, pussy pop 

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die 

Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why 

I'mma stay connected like the wifi 

Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod pussy nigga 

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate 

(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate 

Nigga got your old girl dappin' with the whole world 

Trust me, just me, referee and blow girl 

That's that boy BM, hit me in the DM 

Bust that fuckin' pussy wide open AM to the PM 

But that's another story though and I ain't tryna tell it 

Now it's on, now you're hangin' out with dime rock Betty 

And Betty she don't know no better, shoot up dope or smoke whatever 

Used to be my homie, now you're mad 'cause we don't roll together? 

We're the real nigga 

And I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters 

These niggas think they on, hit the kill switches 

Money comin' bitch, my palms and my heels itchin', yeah yeah 

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die 

Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why 

I'mma stay connected like the wifi 

Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod pussy nigga 

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate 

(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate 

You be hatin' on a nigga like police nigga 

You be barkin', you ain't nothing but a Maltese nigga 

When these sharks out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth nigga 

It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the beat nigga 

You M-A-D nigga, yeah 

You don't want to see me with a dime out 

You don't want to say that I couldn't afford shit 

You don't even have a watch to tell the time now 

And I got 20 karats in my Rolex 

Nigga lean with it, nigga rock with it 

That's some lean double cup with Ciroc with it 

Nigga lean with it, nigga rock with it 

We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop with it 

Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house 

That's far sober enough to have niggas spookin' out 

And I got homies 'round that I got love for 

But niggas go through shit so I don't root 'em out 

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die 

Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why 

I'mma stay connected like the wifi 

Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga 

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate 

(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate 

Yeah, yeah, we back at it daddy 

Stunna man, you know there's always that one that'll hate 

'Til you put a choppa in his face, you dig? 

Fresh you're a fool with it