Hate Me Lyrics - Lil Yachty & Ian | I2* (2024)

Hate Me Lyrics is a beautiful song sung by Lil Yachty & Ian, and presented by the Lyrical Lemonade label. The music for this captivating track Hate Me has been given by ChildBoy, with heartfelt lyrics penned by Lil Yachty, ​Ian & ChildBoy.

Hate Me Song Details: 

Song: Hate Me

Singers: Lil Yachty & Ian

Music: ChildBoy

Lyrics: Lil Yachty, ​Ian & ChildBoy

Music Label: Lyrical Lemonade

Hate Me Lyrics 

Shouldn't be drinkin' on lean, I'm already half dead

Give a fuck, I'm a gangster, I'm thuggin' (I'm thuggin', brrt, frrt-frrt)

Yeah (Grow up, nigga), huh, yeah, huh, c'mon, us

Huh-huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brrt)

Come on, huh, huh

Wedding cake in my blunt with no bride yet

If I face me another, I die here

I'm just prayin' I make it till Friday

Either way, I'ma die with my pride

Fell in love with the Cullinan parked out front, bitch, wait till you see the garage

I done made me a promise, I fight back once, this time I'ma leave it to God

On God, I ain't play 'bout nothin', once

When it's game time, jumpin', clutch

First thing in the morning, blunt

First thing in the mornin', I jump off the porch and head straight to the Porsche, get to drivin' like somebody chasin'

Rock it 'cause I can afford it, my pockets enormous, every time that I walk I'm chafin'

You don't know how to ball, you lazy

You ignorin' my calls, shit crazy

One time for the hoes I'm savin'

One time for the hoes that hate me

Two times for the hoes that hate me

Three times for the hoes that hate me

Three-five in the blunt, I'm spacin'

Four doors on the Rolls, shit spacious

I don't know if it's—, uh

I don't know if it's smart I stay here

I don't know if I want that Maybach

I don't know if I found my way back

I ain't never gon' buy my way in

I ain't never gon' bow to no man

I don't care who the fuck you came with

I don't care what the fuck your name is (What?), huh

My Chrome unfindable

Like I did me a hit and I threw it away

Pop out that bitch and hit him in his fa—, uh-huh

We open up doors in the summer

I took the roof off of the Hummer

I snuck in that bitch with a llama

I'm sneakin' outside like Osama

Know I'm richer than your favorite rapper

If I'm not, they gotta kill my mama

Biggest house on the street

The first blacks here like Obama

Okay, let's see that thunder

On the plane, we took drugs under

And my bitch ass dumb like Yolanda

I'ma put the junk up from La Fonda

Fah-fah, fah-fah, you a bozo

I been twistin' my fingers, I bang

And Concrete the gang

Same nigga, just rich, I ain't changed

Same nigga, I'm totin' that flame

Huh, I'm the same old kid, but I gotta grow up now, I'm a grown-up now

I been havin' some long-ass nights, one more long-ass flight 'fore I'm right there next to you

Huh, damn, driver, move up, my legs need room

Huh, huh, damn, I really could cop this backseat, huh (Blatt)

I know all of my ex hoes miss me

I was drifting, poured a whole sixteen

I'm gon' clutch it, I don't do no wrestling

Had my mom diamonds lookin' like a cuff link

Put my bitch in no DG, free BG

We on TV, I'm makin' a mo—

We on TV, I'm makin' a movie

Durag on my head, it's The Boonies

Fuck whoopin' his ass, he gon' sue me

I'd fuck it up fast then re-up

Sip drink like I don't wanna be up

When we catch you, don't call for Jesus

Written by: Lil Yachty, ​Ian & ChildBoy

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