G Tempo - Reason 2 Hate Me (feat. Quin Nfn)

Yeah, yeah, Tempo, Tempo, GT, I'm finna give em a reason to hate me, yeah
Makin' life decisions off of your emotions, boy, I hope you realize that's some ho shit
No Chuck E. Cheese, but if bro starts the ratting, call up my goons, get you gone for a few tokens
Takin' shot after shot just like an alcoholic, must be brave if you leavin' me open

Ain't talkin' with the blicky, talkin' takin' a risk, steady providing gas like I'm Nolan
Feelin' like Ryan, get bread till the minute I'm dying, already had talent, don't care about Simon
Why should I get a man to decide what I should wear when I'm already stylin'
I put it on head to toe every day of the week, never stressin', been too busy vibin

Shawty wanna go to Panama City, I'm finna go take a lil trip to an island
Yeah, lil' thottie been singin' my songs, yeah, too stubborn ain't writing my wrongs, yeah
Shake em' off, Olajuwon, yeah, took a minute for em to catch on
Yeah, they starting to realize, I earned my stripes like I was inside a bee hive

My purpose, what I been startin' to realize, my Korean, Shawty stay rockin' the Filas
Let's go, yeah, I'm finna give em a reason to hate me, pissin' em off, that's what I been on lately
Up on my line, cause she wanna have my babies, I'm rockin' out, feelin' somethin' like I'm AC, DC
Diamonds all on my neck, VV, she want Ichiban, I'ma take her to Cicis

Belt on my waist like Bling Bling Boy, but I ain't rockin' B's, ho I got on the GG
Brush my teeth and count a dub, that's how I start my day
Throw the keys at the chauffeur, tell bro to park the Wraith
I'd be in my feelings too if I didn't get paid

Cleanin' up so nice, ain't no point to go get a maid, yeah
Feel like Boogie, I'm poppin' my shit so hard, finna make em' all go unfollow me
Quit askin' me about the bread, I ain't finna break a crumb, you should know this
Nacho cheese, bro, got shells everywhere he go, might pop your bell, but ain't got no taco meat

Nah for real, ain't nobody on my level, that's facts, punchin' all damn night Apollo Creed
Yeah, yeah, I feel like Apollo, goat in human form no Rylo Rodriguez
Block a ho, pack her sum like a cheesehead, bro, pushin' pounds, you would think he a meathead
Can't trust no one but my mama and Jesus

For real, nah, literally, no one but G-O-D, ridin' around with it on me like B03
Probably won't stop even if it's a C-O-P, in love with the clips, shoutout to that boy, Leo DiCaprio
AP no Casio, run up on me, leave em on the patio
Shoutout to all my doubters, they mad we glow

Finna take a trip to Cincinnati, bro, cause I been makin' hits like Elly
Keep on talkin', turn your brains into spaghetti
Finna blow up, never had to use confetti
It's no wonder that they jealous I been Steady

Ayy, I had to starve and I leave niggas ate, uh-huh
But I felt I'm the hardest
We had this vision way back when a nigga was trippin
Tryna tell me I was garbage, I could've signed to future back in 2019

But I ain't wanna sign to no artist, but I knew for sure I'd get it regardless
For real, and hold it down for my apartments, I lucked up
Put that heat on his ass like a tan
Thirty on this FN

These niggas just tryna be Quin
I took his hoe and I made her jump in
Ran up them racks till I couldn't even breathe
Ayy, what you know, missing out on Christmas Eve

Nowadays, we probably go overseas
This shit niggas talkin', ain't meanin' nothin
Better go on a scheme or somethin
Bro, walk down with that four nick, bless a nigga ass like he sneeze or somethin

Tell him free Sosa, he know Alicia for real
How he pushin' keys or somethin
Ayy, mama say quit hangin' around all them dog-ass niggas
They carryin' fleas or somethin

Huh, ya

Written by:
Gavin McGlocklin, Quinlan McAfee

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