Let Y’all Hate ft. TaySav

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ayy, bitch I'm fresh off the block And I'm fresh out the spot Pockets fresh out the box Folks just bought a brand new coupe and that bitch fresh off the lot And ain't no niggas out here like me they done ran at a stop And bitch I'm balling, just like Spaulding And I'm balling, win the ballgame Bitch I'm saucing, in these Balmains We do our thing, and let y'all hate [Verse 1: Tay 600] On his ass, on his ass, on his ass My shorty walk right up on his ass I'm .223 and they smoke his ass We could've been get that goofy in traffic but trust me my hitters gon' run his ass Boy I don't gotta go get it I got it you flexing my youngin' go poke his ass Hop in the straight and I do the dash We shoot your window until you crash Talk like you first but you knew you last Kick that bitch out ain't no kissing that Better get low when that blicka blast Stick on my lap ain't no in the stash Ain't got no wifey I hit and pass Nigga you covered just get her bags Slide up on him with a stick out Catch his ass with his dick out TEC came with a beam on it For a nigga with a big mouth Don't hide at your bitch house We gon' make you get kicked out Come to go and shoot shit down Fuck nigga better switch routes Ayy, I remember he went out Ayy, I'mma buy momma a big house Ayy, goofy bitch better sit down Ayy, ask around I'm the shit now [Chorus] Ayy, bitch I'm fresh off the block And I'm fresh out the spot Pockets fresh out the box Folks just bought a brand new coupe and that bitch fresh off the lot And ain't no niggas out here like me they done ran at a stop And bitch I'm balling, just like Spaulding And I'm balling, win the ballgame Bitch I'm saucing, in these Balmains We do our thing, and let y'all hate [Verse 2: TaySav] Gang, gang I'm a young nigga be flexing and shit They used to warn me I flex on that bitch now she all on my dick like a pest in this bitch A nigga ain't give me a dime but they all tryna hate cause I run up a check in this bitch I come to your party with Lucci and 30's and .50s so cleanup and left in this bitch We bossed up, approach with caution Money on your head, call it a auction And this a foreign, ain't got no aux chord A nigga boring, she say I'm sauced up I used to post right up on the block Big .223 like it's fuck a Glock And my niggas know I don't fuck with cops Your man's in my wood bitch it's fuck a opp These niggas don't know when to fucking stop til I come through let it rock at your fucking top Your bitch at my crib blowing heat she just blew out my brains cause your bitch is a fucking thot and Ayy, I be on Morse with the 'Sanes we be on it Gang, if you ride down my block then my clip is unloading Ayy, if you ain't DOA then the clip is reloading Gang, I got 30+ shots I'mma let your ass hold it [Chorus] Ayy, bitch I'm fresh off the block And I'm fresh out the spot Pockets fresh out the box Folks just bought a brand new coupe and that bitch fresh off the lot And ain't no niggas out here like me they done ran at a stop And bitch I'm balling, just like Spaulding And I'm balling, win the ballgame Bitch I'm saucing, in these Balmains We do our thing, and let y'all hate