Overpade - hate Lyrics

Back seat, you already know
If niggas out to get me like they shopping imma roll
Im tryna make plenty, im tryna get gold
I'm tryna go platinum no features like I'm cole, hold on
Woke up feeling mischievous, I'm like fuck today
Like you got a subpoena, you getting judged today
Choppa' on me a penis, who wanna fuck today
She talking all that bullshit, I'm like
(What'd you say)
Tried to be peaceful
But sometimes I get evil
If she don't wanna fuck, ill respect that
And I'll leave bro
Fuck I look like tryna deep stroke
In a bitch who doesn't wanna deep throat
I don't fight for no pussy
That bitch wanna see me bleed though (bleed though)
Bitch I'm not a blood
I pull up with sticks and clubs
Welcome to the party but you just got kicked up out the club
Bitch I wish u would
Bitch I swear I wish you would
Try to fuck me up
Ima pull up on em
Get-er-done
Nigga got caught in a hit and run
But how you run from the opps when u holding one
I keep stovetops hot if we isn't done
And this chop don't stop
It just runs and runs and runs and runs and runs
Like a bitch off drugs
I'm still high, get right off a honey bun
If these signs all tell me to cock the gun
I might pull up and melt you, chocolate fudge
You get it
Cause its like, melted chocolate right
Or is it, I don't really know

Back seat, you already know
If niggas out to get me like they shopping imma roll
Im tryna make plenty, im tryna get gold
I'm tryna go platinum no features like I'm cole, hold on
Woke up feeling mischievous, I'm like fuck today
Like you got a subpoena, you getting judged today
Choppa' on me a penis, who wanna fuck today
She talking all that bullshit, I'm like
(What'd you say)
Tried to be peaceful
But sometimes I get evil
If she don't wanna fuck, ill respect that
And I'll leave bro
Fuck I look like tryna deep stroke
In a bitch who doesn't wanna deep throat
I don't fight for no pussy
That bitch wanna see me bleed though (bleed though)
Bitch I'm not a blood
I pull up with sticks and clubs
Welcome to the party but you just got kicked up out the club
Bitch I wish u would
Bitch I swear I wish you would
Try to fuck me up
Ima pull up on em
Get-er-done
Nigga got caught in a hit and run
But how you run from the opps when u holding one
I keep stovetops hot if we isn't done
And this chop don't stop
It just runs and runs and runs and runs and runs
Like a bitch off drugs
I'm still high, get right off a honey bun
If these signs all tell me to cock the gun
I might pull up and melt you, chocolate fudge
You get it
Cause its like, melted chocolate right
Or is it, I don't really know