Alex Tumay - Constantly Hating lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Pour that sh** up fool, the sauce - monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? Oh so you're gonna make a n***a beg you to pour? Okay bool You dig [Verse 1: Young Thug] Hopped out my mothaf**in' bed Hopped in the mothaf**in' coupe (SKRRRRR) Pulled up on the Birdman (BRRRRR) I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night) Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (condas) Yeeeah... I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me My n***as muggin', these n***as YSL only I heard my Nolia n***as not friendly, like no way But we not friendly either, you know it Yeah thumbs up I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course My b**h a tall blooded horse, n***a, bronco And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us You got a body, lil n***a, we got a ton of 'em You got some Robin's, lil n***a, we got some Batmans I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son You got them MJs, n***a, I got them Jacksons (racks) [Hook: Young Thug] But really what is it to do When the whole world constantly hatin' on you? p**y n***as hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you Meanwhile the f**in' federal baitin' on you n***a tell me what you do Would you stand up or would you turn to a p**y n***a? I got a hundred things to do And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f**in' figures [Verse 2: Birdman] Yeah, I'm from that mothaf**in' 'Nolia, n***a Birdman'll break a n***a nose, lil' n***a You need to slow your f**in' roll, lil' n***a We created Ks on shoulders, n***a I'm a scary f**in' sight, lil' n***a We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' n***a A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' n***a I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' n***a Birdman Willie B Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese Hundred K on private flights overseas Choppas City n***a, free BG Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep Rich n***a sh**, smoke two pounds in a week Can't find a b**h that don't know we them streets b**hes know that I am Birdman, that's OG [Hook: Young Thug] But really what is it to do When the whole world constantly hatin' on you? p**y n***as hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you Meanwhile the f**in' federal baitin' on you n***a tell me what you do Would you stand up or would you turn to a p**y n***a? I got a hundred things to do And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f**in' figures [Verse 3: Young Thug] n***a I'm a crack addict Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it The new Boosie Badazz at it I'ma drop a n***a life, just like a bad habit I stick to the ground like a mothaf**in' rug I'm a big dog, lil' f** n***a you a pup Lil' b**h clean your drawers before you think you're a thug Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub I ain't even lyin', baby I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, nooo First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby I might dap you like, "good try, baby" Big B livin', baby Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs I promise their mama see them this week And I don't break promises with my Ds (them my dogs) I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds She know I am a beast, I am so obese In Miami I swear they don't got good weed Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please? [Outro: Birdman] Yeah, overseas, n***a, top floor, clear windows, n***a Gla** house, drankin' GT, you understand? We in that Red Light District, you understand? 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, n***a, you understand me? Just livin' the life, boy, aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, n***a We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!