Zabrina - They Goin' Hate Me for It (feat. Phenox Arson) Lyrics

Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Aye, aye
This is something they goin hate me for

They goin hate me, cause I'm baking
And my green, is so Jamaican
So I'm faking, cause I'm caking
I'm a wizard, it's the nation
I am mean, I'm impatient, f*ck you mean, I ain't waiting
No more, no more
This is something they goin hate me for

Pull up in the Benz with her friends
They going hate me for it
Pull up in the Benz counting ends
They going hate me for it
Pull up like I'm sacking, ho I'm bragging
They goin hate me for it
Pull up pants sagging, cause I'm stacking
They goin hate me for it

She suck a penis, like a vacuum cleaner
Break my 3rd leg in her body
Homie, off the molly, I crack a femur
Turn her body into a f*cking sprinkler
Big Mac not millimeter
Mac shots uh make her Macarena
Now the block is hotter than a jalapeno
I'm just warming up, ho El Nino
On the block with a pound of reefer
On my toes like a ballerina
Head on swivel like a quarterback, Scarface ho bitch, Al Pacino
Weed so loud gotta vacuum seal it
That automatic, I will wrap and peel it
Keep that ratchet for the ratchet niggas
Made her throw away her rabbit nigga
Gotta get it, gotta stack it nigga
Everyday is such a habit nigga
When I get I-ma stack it nigga
From the basement to the attic nigga
Whatcha got them questions asking for?
Mr. Turn that 2 to 4
What the f*ck you wanna hate me for?
I-ma give 'em something they can hate me for

They goin hate me, cause I'm baking
And my green, is so Jamaican
So I'm faking, cause I'm caking
I'm a wizard, it's the nation
I am mean, I'm impatient, f*ck you mean, I ain't waiting
No more, no more
This is something they goin hate me for

Pull up in the Benz with her friends
They going hate me for it
Pull up in the Benz counting ends
They going hate me for it
Pull up like I'm sagging, ho I'm bragging
They goin hate me for it
Pull up pants sagging, cause I'm stacking
They goin hate me for it

Bitch I move it cause I get it
I let ya pretty nigga come and hit it
Now she run that f*cking mouth won't you kill it
Man, f*ck these sucker ass bitches
You 'on want it, I come with armor
That 50 cali? That Desert Storm-er
You f*ck with me?
Betta call the coroner
Bitches on corners, meets Yams in the morning
Oh that performance, so Emmy worthy
She betta worry and pray I have mercy
Pray my response, is like Jay to Solange
The safety ain't on, then your ass is gone (Ok, ok, ok, ok)
Y'all think I'm playing but a bitch is not
Y'all think I'm going in like a bitch a thot
I'm just going in while you bitches out
Niggas f*ck with me they know what I'm bout

They goin hate me, cause I'm baking
And my green, is so Jamaican
So I'm faking, cause I'm caking
I'm a wizard, it's the nation
I am mean, I'm impatient, f*ck you mean, I ain't waiting
No more, no more
This is something they goin hate me for

Pull up in the Benz with her friends
They going hate me for it
Pull up in the Benz counting ends
They going hate me for it
Pull up like I'm sacking, ho I'm bragging
They goin hate me for it
Pull up pants sagging, cause I'm stacking
They goin hate me for it

Ok, ok, huh
Ok, ok, huh
They goin hate me for it
F*cking these, f*cking these, f*cking these
F*cking these bitches up Janey ain't playing