MC Bros - Why U Hatin'?

Yeah yeah lets go y'all got me hype in this bitch
Yeah wassup
OriGinal Kopy

I wake and I bake, whip up a humble plate, and then count up my cake
Should I pull out the Bape, Balmains with the grapes, to the whip then I skate
Joint cruise in the ride, down Rodeo Drive, it's me and Sky High
We smoke till its gone, till a nigga be stoned, like cemetery homes
AiR Vursiz don't smoke, but I can still hear him choke, like did u hit the dope?
I'll pour up a fo, but u want me to toke? Man I cant hit the dope
Smell like a pound when I walk in the store, then I pull out a bankroll
Get two pair everything and same for my bro, and little Marley fasho
We do it for family thats who we die fo, but y'all wanna hate on the low
Go get u some money in yo corner hoe, cant see you thru a microscope
These haters invisible when I chase dough, holding me down and they broke
Like this was anchor sinkin on a boat, but to the top I'ma float
Some niggas is killers and some niggas dealers, I just wanna chill and get high in a villa
My paper is green, and my bitch is vanilla, my Jordan's are red like the devil's bed slippers
That mean Im on fire, even to hot for the stove
But I just wanna know, why u hate on the low? lil bitch

We just runnin to this paper (Marathons nigga)
And these niggas always hatin (Tell me why nigga?)
We just runnin to this paper (Steady chasin)
And these niggas always hatin (Why u hatin?)
Why these niggas always hatin? (Tell me)
Why these niggas always hatin? (Why u hatin?)
We just runnin to this paper (Marathons nigga)
And these niggas always hatin (Tell me why?)

These niggas be hatin, I trap out the vacant, and I serve all my patients
I'm goin so crazy, these niggas they hate me, got dough like the 80's
I'm flow like a wave, I'm gettin so paid, I'm livin so gravy
I'm rollin up stank, I'm pourin up drank, I'm controllin my pain
Don't care what they say, Im fuckin yo hoe, she do what I say
That gun gonna spray, if you run up, that gun gonna spray
It's me and my bro, we repping the D, our swaggers on fleek
These niggas they mad, they niggas they mad, they neck on our feet
On top of the they ass like a astronaut, ain't get in a fight but I got hella knots
The work come in, I hit the block, she want my dick, I hit the thot
We in a drop, I call it a vert, goin so fast to the paper I skurt
She gettin so wet, I lift up her skirt, my brother want next, she give him a turn
We sharin these hoes, we sharin these hoes, we sharin these hoes
We aint goin broke, we aint goin broke, we aint broke
Smokin this dope, smoking this dope, we smokin this dope
She loving's my flow, yeah these niggas be hatin, we just keep gettin dough

We just runnin to this paper (Marathons nigga)
And these niggas always hatin (Tell me why nigga?)
We just runnin to this paper (Steady chasin)
And these niggas always hatin (Why u hatin? )
Why these niggas always hatin?(Tell me)
Why these niggas always hatin?(Why u hatin?)
We just runnin to this paper (Marathons nigga)
And these niggas always hatin (Tell me why?)

AiR Vursiz made this beat

Written by:
Davon Sanders, Jordan Talley, Justin Talley

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