[Intro]
Why you hatin'? (Ayy)
We gon' ball and parlay (Ayy)
Pop my shit anyway (Ayy)
We gon' shine in they face (Mr. Hanky)
Why you hatin'?
[Chorus]
They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan
Bitches, they gon' sweat a nigga heavy like the sauna's on
Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, nigga, you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond (Hahaha)
I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
[Verse 1]
This is a result of stayin' down, havin' it
Spreadin' shit around like the ground, I'm adamant
Makе sure all of mine touchin' paper, I'm hands on
Cool on thеse lyin' ass bitches like the fan on
Ain't no back and forth, it's up, it's stuck
They on the internet, I'm pullin' up
I still live in a world where you act like a girl
Real niggas just avoid ya, you sus, hm
I been lustin' for these bitches less and less
I see the pleasure ain't as heavy as the stress
Ayy, listen, yeen gettin' busy in my city, you got shitty luck
Pimp Squad, we been pimpin' hard from the giddy up
[Chorus]
They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan
Bitches, they gon' sweat a nigga heavy like the sauna's on
Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, nigga you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond (Hahaha)
I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
[Verse 2]
Can't see you haters' comments from up here where I'm at
Integrity is priceless, ain't somethin' that you can finance
Gotta kiss ass to make it? Then fuck it, I'll move to Thailand
Owe it to my fans, stay as solid as I can
These niggas, they be suckers for clicks, a bitch for the algorithm
They momma ran the streets, she should've left they daddy with 'em
'Cause now they out here bein' sassy with they mannerisms
Dick pullin', tryna find out what a man will give 'em
Traded in your self respect for attention
Nigga traded in your morals for a mention
Made the sucker niggas hate us and real ones congratulate us
And the future generations celebrate us
[Pre-Chorus]
Why you hatin'? (Ayy)
We gon' ball and parlay (Ayy)
Pop my shit anyway (Ayy)
We gon' shine in they face (Ayy)
Why you hatin'? (Ayy)
We gon' ball and parlay (Ayy)
Pop my shit anyway (Ayy)
We gon shine in they face (Ayy)
Why you hatin'?
[Chorus]
They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan
Bitches, they gon' sweat a nigga heavy like the sauna's on
Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, nigga you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond (Hahaha)
I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
[Outro]
Why you hatin'? (Ayy)
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