"hate" lyrics

[Trippie Redd (Zelly Ocho) {K Suave}:]
Yeah, fuck your money, fuck your fame, we are not the same
(Yeah, that's my brother, that's my blood, man, we all the same)
{Yeah, the first nigga act out of line, he gon' get hit close range}
Yeah, Red Dead Redemption, I pull out that .30 and aim for the brain
Bah
(We in a Rari, we in a Bentley, we in a whole different lane)
{Yeah, hit the bitch once, she callin' back, I don't even know the ho name}
She wanna kick it, I'm not with that, I sent that ho straight on a plane
(Yeah, we gettin' fly, we gettin' high, I'm in the sky like a crane)
{She let me hit, she think I'm famous, she do not fuck with no lames. Woo}
I'm a dark knight, but when I'm with gang, they say that I'm more like Bane (Yeah)
(Play with the gang, you know that they knockin' off brains) (Brains)
{We still in the block, we go hard in the paint}
{I stay with my Glock, you get hit on the face}

[Trippie Redd:]
I'm King of the Hill, I feel like Hank
Purple Glocky like a saint
He slid in a Honda, I slide in a tank
He not with the gang, he don't got a rank
I'm walkin' around with the motherfuckin' bank (Bag)
Smokin' on gas, smokin' on dank (Bitch)
Blowin' a bag, givin' her faith
Put on my mask, too much hate
Pull up with chops, now my opps in a lake
Got some cops in the block, now we hoppin' a gate
We from 800 block where the opps do not hang
We from 800 block where the opps do not bang

[Zelly Ocho:]
I got pulled over, I don't know a thing
Run up some racks, and go get you a chain (Racks)
Run up some racks, and go get you a name
My bro from the Chi' and he lettin' it bang
You keep saving hoes, I'ma get you a cape (Yeah)
My bitch is a ten out of eight
I told you I'm cozy, K?
You probably wouldn't even make it this way
Broke ass games, I don't know how to play
Gun too big, it'll blow off your face

[K Suave:]
Yes

Racks on me, she tryna see what I weigh
When I'm in New Orleans, I feel like a saint
Keep one in the head 'cause these niggas all fake
Got booked for a show but I'm showin' up late
Presidential, you know how I'm ridin'
I just showed 'em the racks, now she quiet
She just took a fake Perc', now she dyin'
In expensive threads, I'm rocking high end

(GOONTEX)