"PURE HATE" lyrics

I'ma kill a busta', motherfucker with a Glock
Have a fucking heart attack
I don't give a mother—
I'ma kill a busta', motherfucker with a Glock
Have a fucking heart—
Hurt— that's your—
Hurt— that's your—
Hurt—

That's your money, hurt, that's a damn shame
When I when walk up in this bitch, they be like: "Hello, Freddie, mane"
What you need? Do you want some opps? No, you fuckin' love 'em
Want tequila? Do you fuckin' need it? C'mon, man, now breathe it
[?] them up, with the cocaine I love
See it now? A simple man, I don't want no fuckin' [?]
Have you think I got the shit? Got the swaggin' [?]
Got the [?] in my base, the Freddie ain't the same
Standin' up I'm looking tall, standin' up I'm gonna fall
Standin' up upon my bread and now I'll never be like y'all
Ain't no peasant, bitch, be fucking with my money, laying down a little
Fuckin' with your honey, ain't it funny? Cut right up the middle
I can see right through, see ya', man, you can't hide from what's inside
Murder loving piece of shit, see the [?], bitch
Pure fuckin' hate, better wait, now you feel the pressure
Heart is speedin' up, gonna level with yo' gat

Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate, shit
Doomshop, motherfucker
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate, shit
Doomshop, motherfucker