Young Thug – Constantly Hating (2015) | Track profile | Dork

Young Thug – Constantly Hating (2015) | Track profile | Dork

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Constantly Hating

[Intro: Young Thug]

Pour that shit up fool, it's ours

Ha, monster

Man, so you ain't gon' pour?

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

Okay, bool, you dig?

(Wheezy Beats)

Uh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed

Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (Skrrt)

Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr)

I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)

You got fifty whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)

Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)

Yeah (Them anacondas)

I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)

Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)

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, yes, sir, 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

Ha, 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 (No)

You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)

You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans

I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son (Back)

You got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)

[Chorus: Young Thug]

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

[Verse 2: Birdman & Young Thug]

Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)

Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)

You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)

We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)

I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)

We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)

A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)

I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga, I do)

Birdman Willie B (What?)

Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)

Hundred K on private flights overseas (Overseas)

Choppas City, nigga, free BG (BG)

Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)

Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (In a week)

Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (We them streets)

Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat

[Chorus: Young Thug]

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

[Verse 3: Young Thug]

Nigga, I'm a crack addict

Thought about lettin' them get a cut

Then I went and snagged at it

Yeah, 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 with 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, no

First, I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or

I might dap you like, "Good try, baby"

Big B livin', baby

Them boys on my left throwin' up C's

I promise their mama see them this week

And I don't break promises with my D's (Them my dogs)

I want M's and cheese, mister Mickey D's

She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rawr)

In Miami, I swear they don't got good weed

Wiz Khalifa, can you send me some weed please?

[Outro: Birdman]

Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga

Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?

We in that Red Light District, you understand?

We 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga, you understand me?

Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga

We can blow a mil', boy

Rich Gang, YSL, blatt

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