DLYIHU

Lyrics

[Intro] SRB separation confirmed (Jay Cactus) Coming up on, uh, staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds (Production) Aight [Chorus] If my brothers don't like you, I hate you Don't get too close, I'll bake you Don't be starin' at me for too long 'cause the guy on my right might bake you Women tell me they love me, next week they tell me, "I hate you" But my daughter loves me, she ain't gonna tell me, "I hate you" [Verse] I'll tell the new gens stay gettin' money 'cause if you don't, no one's gonna rate you She told me I'm cold 'cause I don't wanna fuck and I don't wanna date you I been flyin' pounds all month, let me roll me a Biscotti, 8 Ball Like broski said, "I bought a Day-Date watch for the times that's painful" My hunters will pull up with the **** right now, take your soul, call it **** removal I know I'm a sinner, but God love a trier, so I still get up and pray Dhuhr We was sharin' McD's burger and chips Then we got us a burger with so many chips Skrilly rinse that burger, flung hella chips Now we get money, Prezi on the wrist I took risks to be who I am, you got your name from TikTok vids Sometimes I sit down and reminisce Roll me a spliff, think about Itch Roll me a spliff, think about mum Roll me a spliff, think about guns Roll me a spliff, think about money Then I get money, bill a spliff, get top Peng tings keep moanin' about communication I'm like, "What about my communication?" She's like, "I'm hardly communicatin'" Alright, let's sort this communication Free all the guys incarcerated Things get complicated Your man got chinged up, dirty shavin' Free bro, he demonstrated I paint pics, I been illustratin' He spoke on bro and got terminated I find this machine fascinatin' Please don't get us aggravated Please don't get me aggravated, or get me irritated I'm workin' smart, I'm dedicated When I was broke, I was confiscatin' Rest up Itch, we celebrate him I can't stand this generation None of these guys seem educated We're shootin' first, that's no debatin' None of my guys are waitin' 67, that's fam, we ain't blood related But it feels like we're blood related If it's war, it's stuck, there's no hesitatin' I'm smokin' loud and I'm meditatin' He got cooked, it was marinatin' He got cooked, so it was marinatin' He got cooked, it was marinatin' Till they all get cooked, it's marinatin' Till they all get cooked, it's marinatin' [Chorus] If my brothers don't like you, I hate you Don't get too close, I'll bake you Don't be starin' at me for too long 'cause the guy on my right might bake you Women tell me they love me, next week they tell me, "I hate you"