Garviee - Wet / Gon' Hate Lyrics

Oouu yeah, Oouu yeah, Oouu yeah, Oouu yeah
Step back, don't f*cking front
Don't really get scared when I do my stunt uh
I'm a funky nigga yeah, all I do is stunt
Step back for the three and then I do the jump
Swish! It's wet, don't need to tote or flex
Don't got any barrett's, I just use my f*cking head
Oouu I'm dead just keep a level head
Just keep on doing your part and we'll make this f*cking bread
Dick! Yeah uh, taste like licorice uh
Sweat! Uh saltier than a bitch
Red! Uh It's the color of death
Gon' pop it off and watch him hit his head
Sometimes I feel kiddy and I get my little sippy cup
Fill it up with vodka and I might just f*cking double cup
Switch it up, for my bitches with the bubble butt
We pick it up and we throw it in a dump truck
I take in god's grace willingly and put it in my family tree
I think I met the one for me, I think I met the one for me
Shawty thick as f*ck, throw it back harder than a f*cking falcon punch
I think my dick is about to fall off
Gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' f*cking hate
Gon' hate with the gang
Gon f*cking hate with the gauge in the backseat
Gonna f*ck around with twelve right behind me
Gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' f*cking hate (Gon' f*cking hate)
Gon' hate with the gang
Gon' hate with the gauge in the backseat
F*ck around with twelve right behind me, bitch
Going to a outting and you showin' fake love straight to my f*cking face bitch I don't wanna talk
Got this f*cking double cup drink and you know that I'm buzzed, and you know that I'm buzzed (and I'm buzzed)
Got a bad bitch and she's badder than Ashanti that I beat my dick so much I had to throw it in a coffin
I think I need help from a tutor or a martian or a senpai or a partner
Excuse me Dolly Parton?
It's true I never dead, grammar is my flex
I don't give a f*ck about the nigga's who see red
I don't know who's next, youngin's falling quick
No one seems to be able to make it to the middle of their age
Don't you want to rage?
Don't you hate that niggas don't even wanna live?
They live it like a bitch, take it out on the kids
I don't wanna f*cking talk, nigga get up out my face
I step back for a little minute then I eat it like a rat
I'm talking about the cat, I think I just f*cking shat on a bat
So I pull out with the gat, I let it f*cking rain at the nigga under the bed
Got a Code Lyoko vision, I don't got my gogo gadget boots on but I got my trues on
And I beat a nigga's ass like Bushido Brown in the Boondocks
With my boot cocked far back gonna swing hard
Gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' f*cking hate
Gon' hate with the gang
Gon f*cking hate with the gauge in the backseat
Gonna f*ck around with twelve right behind me
Gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' hate, gon' f*cking hate (Gon' f*cking hate)
Gon' hate with the gang
Gon' hate with the gauge in the backseat
F*ck around with twelve right behind me, bitch