"Y H8" lyrics
KXNG Crooked Lyrics
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
Am I getting paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be (I might be)
Let me put my Versace shades on so I can see what I'm saying
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
Haha
Y'know I mean, let's go
Am I getting paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be
Crooked bounce out the whip like a trampoline in it
My cousin bought a blunt, put some gasoline in it
Black MC tinted, you don't have to see in it
It don't have to be limit, still Master P with it
Ain't no limits, ain't no gimmicks
Give you real game, hoe, ain't no scrimmage
Cops mad 'cause I get the bankroll digits
Wanna put they knee on my neck for eight whole minutes
That's the only way they stop a nigga in demand
In the land, still in hand
Niggas out there spinning like a ceiling fan
Spinnin' since B-Real and them was talking about How I Could Just Kill a Man
Niggas willing to smash your Millican
If you ain't from around here, keep it low though
Trusting these niggas, that's a no-no
Suicide doors on a low-low
She wanna take a photo in a fo' door
No dropping locations, that's for sure though
Watch how you move, these suckas jealous
On Atlantic Avenue, I'm bumpin' some Funkadelic
You gotta do your numbers out here or become a relic
Give me any product, I pop the trunk and sell it
I'm fuckin' melon, the hustler said it
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
Why you hatin' on me though?
Am I gettin' paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be (I might be)
Stop pocket watchin'
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
I grind hard, you can too, you know
Am I gettin' paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be
I might be on Sunset in the latest Lamborghini model
I used to drink the Reposado out the genie bottle
With a chick who got a throat like a semi-auto
Baby knockin' off the head like it's Sleepy Hollow
Back to the Lamb, two-door, Diablo
There go Intriago on the Forgiatos
With a record exec, man, he snortin' Pablo
Having sex with checks, the only orgies I know
Wanna get rich? Make others rich first
Be of service, that's just how the shit works
Hard work is no joke, being broke hits worse
I medicate the hood with a sick verse
And watch a bitch twerk, haters, kick dirt
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
You still hatin'? Damn
Am I gettin' paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be (I might be)
You know I'm gettin' paid
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
Mark
Am I gettin' paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be
Gotta get it, you know
For California
Hahaha
C.O.B. for life
Shoe Gang, what up? Sauce Tha Boss, what up?
Mad Man, what up?
Yo, Caesar, I did this one for you
Had to bring that West back, you know what it is
Sssutt!
Am I getting paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be (I might be)
Let me put my Versace shades on so I can see what I'm saying
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
Haha
Y'know I mean, let's go
Am I getting paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be
Crooked bounce out the whip like a trampoline in it
My cousin bought a blunt, put some gasoline in it
Black MC tinted, you don't have to see in it
It don't have to be limit, still Master P with it
Ain't no limits, ain't no gimmicks
Give you real game, hoe, ain't no scrimmage
Cops mad 'cause I get the bankroll digits
Wanna put they knee on my neck for eight whole minutes
That's the only way they stop a nigga in demand
In the land, still in hand
Niggas out there spinning like a ceiling fan
Spinnin' since B-Real and them was talking about How I Could Just Kill a Man
Niggas willing to smash your Millican
If you ain't from around here, keep it low though
Trusting these niggas, that's a no-no
Suicide doors on a low-low
She wanna take a photo in a fo' door
No dropping locations, that's for sure though
Watch how you move, these suckas jealous
On Atlantic Avenue, I'm bumpin' some Funkadelic
You gotta do your numbers out here or become a relic
Give me any product, I pop the trunk and sell it
I'm fuckin' melon, the hustler said it
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
Why you hatin' on me though?
Am I gettin' paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be (I might be)
Stop pocket watchin'
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
I grind hard, you can too, you know
Am I gettin' paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be
I might be on Sunset in the latest Lamborghini model
I used to drink the Reposado out the genie bottle
With a chick who got a throat like a semi-auto
Baby knockin' off the head like it's Sleepy Hollow
Back to the Lamb, two-door, Diablo
There go Intriago on the Forgiatos
With a record exec, man, he snortin' Pablo
Having sex with checks, the only orgies I know
Wanna get rich? Make others rich first
Be of service, that's just how the shit works
Hard work is no joke, being broke hits worse
I medicate the hood with a sick verse
And watch a bitch twerk, haters, kick dirt
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
You still hatin'? Damn
Am I gettin' paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be (I might be)
You know I'm gettin' paid
Why you wanna hate on a nigga like me? (Like me)
Mark
Am I gettin' paid? Yeah, bitch, I might be
Gotta get it, you know
For California
Hahaha
C.O.B. for life
Shoe Gang, what up? Sauce Tha Boss, what up?
Mad Man, what up?
Yo, Caesar, I did this one for you
Had to bring that West back, you know what it is
Sssutt!
