Yo, It's Millie man.
Don't hate on me hate on me 'cause I'm your girlfriends favorite. YF.
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
I do, I do, whatever I want to.
You b*** my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you.
I'm clearin' s*** up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous,
When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses.
I'm confident, Not a c***y dude.
They talk s***, I'm still makin' moves.
I'm leadin' 'em, They in the group.
I'm beaten 'em, They bound to lose.
Watch me like a TV, Speechless when you see me.
You bought swag, I cop for free.
I'm the real deal, You a wannabe.
My life is like a movie, Girls all act like groupies.
I got my fav's, That's all I need.
f*** the world, The world can't f*** me.
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
I do, I do, whatever I want to.
You b*** my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2)
I'm sharper then the knife I cut my steak with,
You soft like fruit go eat a grape b****.
You aint gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great b****.
I don't got a job, But you? You work the grave shift.
I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line,
I aint lyin', I feel fine.
You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine.
It's my time you're minutes late,
You see me? Oh you copy, paste.
Swagga Jackin' Lames need to get the f*** out my face.
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
I do, I do, whatever I want to.
You b*** my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2)
Kyle Lucas:
I'm doin' this rap s***, Till I bash it.
My last s***? I surpassed it.
I killed it, It's in a casket.
These adjectives are drastic.
So put 'em in the ground, Like six feet down.
And if they unaware, They finna know now.
See this hate is all poppin', The b****** make me feel popula.
It gets my profit up, I don't give a f*** if I'm hip hop enough.
So whatever they talkin' about it's blocked out,
Even with the top down, With your chicks top down.
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
I do, I do, whatever I want to.
You b*** my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2)
Don't hate on me hate on me 'cause I'm your girlfriends favorite. YF.
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
I do, I do, whatever I want to.
You b*** my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you.
I'm clearin' s*** up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous,
When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses.
I'm confident, Not a c***y dude.
They talk s***, I'm still makin' moves.
I'm leadin' 'em, They in the group.
I'm beaten 'em, They bound to lose.
Watch me like a TV, Speechless when you see me.
You bought swag, I cop for free.
I'm the real deal, You a wannabe.
My life is like a movie, Girls all act like groupies.
I got my fav's, That's all I need.
f*** the world, The world can't f*** me.
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
I do, I do, whatever I want to.
You b*** my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2)
I'm sharper then the knife I cut my steak with,
You soft like fruit go eat a grape b****.
You aint gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great b****.
I don't got a job, But you? You work the grave shift.
I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line,
I aint lyin', I feel fine.
You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine.
It's my time you're minutes late,
You see me? Oh you copy, paste.
Swagga Jackin' Lames need to get the f*** out my face.
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
I do, I do, whatever I want to.
You b*** my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2)
Kyle Lucas:
I'm doin' this rap s***, Till I bash it.
My last s***? I surpassed it.
I killed it, It's in a casket.
These adjectives are drastic.
So put 'em in the ground, Like six feet down.
And if they unaware, They finna know now.
See this hate is all poppin', The b****** make me feel popula.
It gets my profit up, I don't give a f*** if I'm hip hop enough.
So whatever they talkin' about it's blocked out,
Even with the top down, With your chicks top down.
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
I do, I do, whatever I want to.
You b*** my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2)