[Ed Dolo] Yeah I don't know why these niggas be hatin' and shit I be hearin' them niggas talk Bitches know what's up though, ask them Nigga, I am the streets How I ain't street, nigga? I am the streets Niggas crazy, man For real, shit real life Dolo Gang forever, nigga
[Ed Dolo] They claim I ain't street, they say that I'm cappin' They say I ain't livin' that shit that I'm rappin' They say they gon' rob me, claim they gon' kill me Say I ain't bumpin', they claim they don't feel me Say my chain fake, but they gon' snatch it Say I'm pussy, fuck it, just rappin' Runnin' around claimin' they jacked me They claimin' I'm Kevin Hart, I'm just actin' Lyin' in my raps, they claim I ain't trappin' They say I don't own a strap and they gon' whack me Claim I just flex for the 'Book 'case I'm broke They say all my niggas got killed and we ain't rode They claim they don't fuck with the sack I'm finna smoke They say when they see me, it's up, but they spoke They in my bitch inbox bringin' up hoes Mention my name, niggas on the bro I'm tryna see what's the hate 'bout? (What's the hate 'bout?) I wanna know what I'm fake 'bout (What I'm fake 'bout) If it's real smoke, you can meet me at TD And every day I go get a takeout Niggas find anything to hate 'bout (Hate) Bringin' up my name, tryna get clout (What?) Drippin' like Gunna, really I'm the gunner Really I'm the plug, really you a runner Really you a fan, I'm startin' to understand I'm all in your mentions, bro, I'm a man That shit gay than a motherfucker They claim I be dissin' when niggas be petty They speak on my name, everybody gigglin' Bitches dick ridin', niggas want attention 6ix9ine, these niggas clowns Play with me, it's goin' down for sure (Dolo)
[Bankroll Freddie & Ed Dolo] Haha Ayy, Dolo These niggas talk 'bout me too, man, hah But we ain't worried 'bout these niggas, man We gon' keep on gettin' money keep on shinin' on these broke ass niggas I'm tryna see what's the hate 'bout? (What's the hate 'bout?) I wanna know what I'm fake 'bout
[Bankroll Freddie] They said, "That boy fake, he ain't gettin' no money" (Hah) He claiming six figures, he ain't touch a hundred (Say what?) Niggas be talkin' and flodgin' and stuntin' (Haha) Bitch, come to my world, boy, that's baby money (Nothin') I ride with a thirty-eight when that load comin' (Thirty) Running it up, need a safe for these hundreds (Run it up) Plug sent me two hundred quarter, put three on each one (What?) So tell me I ain't gettin' money (Hah) These niggas be hatin', want me in a coffin (They hate) Man in my city, they know that I'm Dolph-in' (Gas) That ain't your partner, look at him, be cautious You show him too much and that boy gonna off you (Bah) It's snakes in the grass, ain't make it that low (Keep it on me) I really seen friends turn out to be foes (Foes) I really seen good girls turn out to be hoes (Woo) And some keep a Glock, gotta stay on your toes (Bah) You might need a mink 'cause the world is so cold (It's cold) When I lost Dre, made me cold, huh (Cold) When we lost Trapper, we rode, uh (We rode) Shootout broad day, we don't go (Boom, boom) They say I'm a ho and I ain't no gorilla They say that I'm greedy and won't feed my niggas Just on the outside, he just lookin' in I put my hood on and I lost in the end (Damn) Love all my dawgs, don't mix business with friends (Nah) Playin' dodgeball out the pen', uh (Woo) Me and Lil Neek got it in (Woo) Free all my dawgs in the pen' They say I be stuntin' with Lil Nino money (Haha) They say I ain't got it and really be frontin' (Oh yeah) It really don't matter what nobody say Stash 200K, that's up in my safe, on Dre (What?)
[Ed Dolo & Bankroll Freddie] I'm tryna see what's the hate 'bout? (What's the hate 'bout?) I wanna know what I'm fake 'bout (What I'm fake 'bout) Yeah, nigga, Big Bankroll, yeah Nah, you niggas just talkin', nigga When I say six figure shit, I mean that, nigga, haha, hey BKM shit, nigga Free 6Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.