Bankroll Freddie
What the Hate Bout
[Intro: Ed Dolo]
Yeah
I don't know why these n***as be hatin' and shit
I be hearin' them n***as talk
Bitches know what's up though, ask them
N***a, I am the streets
How I ain't street, n***a? I am the streets
N***as crazy, man
For real, shit real life
Dolo Gang forever, n***a

[Verse 1: Ed Dolo]
They claim I ain't street, they say that I'm cappin'
They say I ain't livin' that shit that I'm rappin'
They say they gon' rob me, claim they gon' kill me
Say I ain't bumpin', they claim they don't feel me
Say my chain fake, but they gon' snatch it
Say I'm pussy, fuck it, just rappin'
Runnin' around claimin' they jacked me
They claimin' I'm Kevin Hart, I'm just actin'
Lyin' in my raps, they claim I ain't trappin'
They say I don't own a strap and they gon' whack me
Claim I just flex for the 'Book 'case I'm broke
They say all my n***as got killed and we ain't rode
They claim they don't fuck with the sack I'm finna smoke
They say when they see me, it's up, but they spoke
They in my bitch inbox bringin' up hoes
Mention my name, n***as on the bro
I'm tryna see what's the hate 'bout? (What's the hate 'bout?)
I wanna know what I'm fake 'bout (What I'm fake 'bout)
If it's real smoke, you can meet me at TD
And every day I go get a takeout
N***as find anything to hate 'bout (Hate)
Bringin' up my name, tryna get clout (What?)
Drippin' like Gunna, really I'm the gunner
Really I'm the plug, really you a runner
Really you a fan, I'm startin' to understand
I'm all in your mentions, bro, I'm a man
That shit gay than a motherfucker
They claim I be dissin' when n***as be petty
They speak on my name, everybody gigglin'
Bitches dick ridin', n***as want attention
6ix9ine, these n***as clowns
Play with me, it's goin' down for sure (Dolo)
[Interlude: Bankroll Freddie & Ed Dolo]
Haha
Ayy, Dolo
These n***as talk 'bout me too, man, hah
But we ain't worried 'bout these n***as, man
We gon' keep on gettin' money keep on shinin' on these broke ass n***as
I'm tryna see what's the hate 'bout? (What's the hate 'bout?)
I wanna know what I'm fake 'bout

[Verse 2: Bankroll Freddie]
They said, "That boy fake, he ain't gettin' no money" (Hah)
He claiming six figures, he ain't touch a hundred (Say what?)
N***as be talkin' and flodgin' and stuntin' (Haha)
Bitch, come to my world, boy, that's baby money (Nothin')
I ride with a thirty-eight when that load comin' (Thirty)
Running it up, need a safe for these hundreds (Run it up)
Plug sent me two hundred quarter, put three on each one (What?)
So tell me I ain't gettin' money (Hah)
These n***as be hatin', want me in a coffin (They hate)
Man in my city, they know that I'm Dolph-in' (Gas)
That ain't your partner, look at him, be cautious
You show him too much and that boy gonna off you (Bah)
It's snakes in the grass, ain't make it that low (Keep it on me)
I really seen friends turn out to be foes (Foes)
I really seen good girls turn out to be hoes (Woo)
And some keep a Glock, gotta stay on your toes (Bah)
You might need a mink 'cause the world is so cold (It's cold)
When I lost Dre, made me cold, huh (Cold)
When we lost Trapper, we rode, uh (We rode)
Shootout broad day, we don't go (Boom, boom)
They say I'm a ho and I ain't no gorilla
They say that I'm greedy and won't feed my n***as
Just on the outside, he just lookin' in
I put my hood on and I lost in the end (Damn)
Love all my dawgs, don't mix business with friends (Nah)
Playin' dodgeball out the pen', uh (Woo)
Me and Lil Neek got it in (Woo)
Free all my dawgs in the pen'
They say I be stuntin' with Lil Nino money (Haha)
They say I ain't got it and really be frontin' (Oh yeah)
It really don't matter what nobody say
Stash 200K, that's up in my safe, on Dre (What?)
[Outro: Ed Dolo & Bankroll Freddie]
I'm tryna see what's the hate 'bout? (What's the hate 'bout?)
I wanna know what I'm fake 'bout (What I'm fake 'bout)
Yeah, n***a, Big Bankroll, yeah
Nah, you n***as just talkin', n***a
When I say six figure shit, I mean that, n***a, haha, hey
BKM shit, n***a
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