"Ofc He Hate Us" lyrics
They don't do it for B
Go up the block and play hide and go seek
Brodie pole get to jammin', he smackin' the G
Need to look at the score, how they mentionin' B?
Q, he got a spot next to B, know he got hit with the back of the G
Nigga, Jodot keep duckin', he mentionin' B, nigga, ain't you get smacked with the back of the V?
Pop is a bitch, he don't come down the block, remember lil' Bino, they knocked off his top
Tryna come through the lot, we threw shot after shot
Blame Pop, nigga, he put the Jet in a box
Stacky hit, Pop watched, niggas must've forgot why he took all his posts down
1k shot, stop all of the cap, why you lyin' on drills? We made him put the ball down
Every Kreep that we saw, made 'em fall down, why the fuck is they havin' a ball now?
Bino been dead for like four different seasons, and Pop ain't do shit, needa give it his all now
Big bro dead and he sittin' on Twitch, nigga always gon' cry, he got no-one to call now
Sha Dollaz hit, and his big bro a spliff, y'all got something in common, y'all big brothers gone now (Word to my dead)
1k thought he was tough, packs? One min' this nigga a bluff
Tried to push up on bro, nigga thinkin' he crazy, baow, baow, nigga, then he got hit with a slug
But, now let's go talk about B, like, they left him right in the street
Bones this, Bones, that, niggas must've forgot your big bro on a tee
But, no I'm not done, walk that boy down with the back of the gun
He sat right on the bike, tryna sit on his phone, get to creepin' real low, and start throwin' a ton, baow, baow
That boy's gotta go pop, I can merch on my deads he watched lil' Stackz drop
I can merch on my deads, Lady Kreep doin' dick, he keep dissin' the Fz, she was suckin' our cock
Of course Pop hate us, they put an O in Stackz back like he Tatum
Stack thought he was tough 'cause he ridin' with Pop, niggas creeped on 'em, word to bro, niggas banged him
1k, Stackz, Q is a pack
DayHound was the Jet, he got cooked for the Makk
But let's light up the Bino, my favorite lil' M&M flavor, niggas know who got put in a pack, word to my dead
Niggas mentionin' Bones? LA, hit, got to breakin' his bones
Fazo, hit, tried to throw out a headcrack, niggas head cracked while they threw at his dome
Bino, hit, they ain't pick up the phone
Stackz, hit, Pop left him alone
DayHound was the Jet, he got cooked for the Makk, blame Pop, he got trapped in a 2-3 zone, nigga, word to my dead
Got me grabbin' the foil, I'm wrappin' the boot, fuck the rap, niggas know how I get out the booth
Double back on the block, made all of 'em move, niggas trollin' the Glo so the Glo went poof
Baow, niggas runnin' and duckin' the boom
Trippin' and fallin', we popped a balloon
Niggas talkin' that talk, you can't walk in my shoes, needa look at my face when he walk in the room
The bros keep tellin' me, "Dot, dont crash", got the ball in my hand, Mouse tellin' me, "Rap"
Niggas gettin' it fucked up, 48 hours, how long that we got every time we do bad
Baow, baow, this shit makin' me mad, whole year, word to bro, put the belt to they ass
Niggas troll on the 'Gram, niggas doing the same old shit, got the Makk nigga stuck in a pack
They don't do it for B
Go up the block and play hide and go seek
Brodie pole get to jammin', he smackin' the G
Nigga look at the score, how they mentionin' B?
Q, he got a spot next to B, know he got hit with the back of the G
Nigga Jodot keep duckin', he mentionin' B, nigga, ain't you get smacked with the back of the V?
Pop is a bitch, he don't come down the block, remember lil' Bino, they knocked off his top
Tryna come through the lot, we threw shot after shot
Blame Pop, nigga, he put the Jet in a box
Stacky hit, Pop watched, niggas must've forgot why he took all his posts down
1k shot, stop all of the cap, why you lyin' on drills? We made him put the ball down, word to my dead
Fuck Q, fuck Bino, fuck Pop, fuck Stackz
We got up with all of 'em niggas, we not down on nobody
We got up with every fuckin' Kreep nigga, word to my dead
Go up the block and play hide and go seek
Brodie pole get to jammin', he smackin' the G
Need to look at the score, how they mentionin' B?
Q, he got a spot next to B, know he got hit with the back of the G
Nigga, Jodot keep duckin', he mentionin' B, nigga, ain't you get smacked with the back of the V?
Pop is a bitch, he don't come down the block, remember lil' Bino, they knocked off his top
Tryna come through the lot, we threw shot after shot
Blame Pop, nigga, he put the Jet in a box
Stacky hit, Pop watched, niggas must've forgot why he took all his posts down
1k shot, stop all of the cap, why you lyin' on drills? We made him put the ball down
Every Kreep that we saw, made 'em fall down, why the fuck is they havin' a ball now?
Bino been dead for like four different seasons, and Pop ain't do shit, needa give it his all now
Big bro dead and he sittin' on Twitch, nigga always gon' cry, he got no-one to call now
Sha Dollaz hit, and his big bro a spliff, y'all got something in common, y'all big brothers gone now (Word to my dead)
1k thought he was tough, packs? One min' this nigga a bluff
Tried to push up on bro, nigga thinkin' he crazy, baow, baow, nigga, then he got hit with a slug
But, now let's go talk about B, like, they left him right in the street
Bones this, Bones, that, niggas must've forgot your big bro on a tee
But, no I'm not done, walk that boy down with the back of the gun
He sat right on the bike, tryna sit on his phone, get to creepin' real low, and start throwin' a ton, baow, baow
That boy's gotta go pop, I can merch on my deads he watched lil' Stackz drop
I can merch on my deads, Lady Kreep doin' dick, he keep dissin' the Fz, she was suckin' our cock
Of course Pop hate us, they put an O in Stackz back like he Tatum
Stack thought he was tough 'cause he ridin' with Pop, niggas creeped on 'em, word to bro, niggas banged him
1k, Stackz, Q is a pack
DayHound was the Jet, he got cooked for the Makk
But let's light up the Bino, my favorite lil' M&M flavor, niggas know who got put in a pack, word to my dead
Niggas mentionin' Bones? LA, hit, got to breakin' his bones
Fazo, hit, tried to throw out a headcrack, niggas head cracked while they threw at his dome
Bino, hit, they ain't pick up the phone
Stackz, hit, Pop left him alone
DayHound was the Jet, he got cooked for the Makk, blame Pop, he got trapped in a 2-3 zone, nigga, word to my dead
Got me grabbin' the foil, I'm wrappin' the boot, fuck the rap, niggas know how I get out the booth
Double back on the block, made all of 'em move, niggas trollin' the Glo so the Glo went poof
Baow, niggas runnin' and duckin' the boom
Trippin' and fallin', we popped a balloon
Niggas talkin' that talk, you can't walk in my shoes, needa look at my face when he walk in the room
The bros keep tellin' me, "Dot, dont crash", got the ball in my hand, Mouse tellin' me, "Rap"
Niggas gettin' it fucked up, 48 hours, how long that we got every time we do bad
Baow, baow, this shit makin' me mad, whole year, word to bro, put the belt to they ass
Niggas troll on the 'Gram, niggas doing the same old shit, got the Makk nigga stuck in a pack
They don't do it for B
Go up the block and play hide and go seek
Brodie pole get to jammin', he smackin' the G
Nigga look at the score, how they mentionin' B?
Q, he got a spot next to B, know he got hit with the back of the G
Nigga Jodot keep duckin', he mentionin' B, nigga, ain't you get smacked with the back of the V?
Pop is a bitch, he don't come down the block, remember lil' Bino, they knocked off his top
Tryna come through the lot, we threw shot after shot
Blame Pop, nigga, he put the Jet in a box
Stacky hit, Pop watched, niggas must've forgot why he took all his posts down
1k shot, stop all of the cap, why you lyin' on drills? We made him put the ball down, word to my dead
Fuck Q, fuck Bino, fuck Pop, fuck Stackz
We got up with all of 'em niggas, we not down on nobody
We got up with every fuckin' Kreep nigga, word to my dead
