PURE HATE

Lyrics

[Intro] I'ma kill a busta', motherfucker with a Glock Have a fucking heart attack I don't give a mother— I'ma kill a busta', motherfucker with a Glock Have a fucking heart— Hurt— that's your— Hurt— that's your— Hurt— [Verse] That's your money, hurt, that's a damn shame When I when walk up in this bitch, they be like: "Hello, Freddie, mane" What you need? Do you want some uppers? Know you fuckin' love 'em Want tequila? Do you fuckin' need it? C'mon, man, I'm breathin' Nowadays I fill them up, with the cocaine I love You see it now? A simple man, I don't want no fuckin' xans Have you think I got the shit? Got the swaggin' herited Got the dope up in my veins, maybe Freddie ain't the same Standin' up I'm looking tall, standin' up I'm gonna fall Standin' up upon my bread and now I'll never be like y'all Ain't no peasant, bitch, be fucking with my money, laying down a little Fuckin' with your honey, ain't it funny? Cut right up the middle I can see right through, see ya' mind, you can't hide from what's inside Murder loving piece of shit, see to break his back, bitch Pure fuckin' hate, better wait, now you feel the pressure Heart is speedin' up, gonna level with yo' gat [Refrain] Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate— hate Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate, shit Doomshop, motherfucker Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate— hate Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate, shit Doomshop, motherfucker