Katozai – ##HATE ME
Genre Rap

LYRIC
##HATE ME

Intro

Count all the racks, all the guala
I know too much shit like a scholar

Chorus

We finna pop the lil' nigga and then walk him down 'cause they all know that I'm goin' stupid [yeah yeah
He talkin' down on my niggas, talk down on the gang, so i shoot through the chest like I'm cupid
Count all these racks, all the guala
I know too much shit like a scholar
All the drugs and money, it's solvin' my problems
They was talkin' down, now they cannot get nada
Nah, you cannot get shit from me lil' baby
Lil' nigga coo-coo, bitch I'm too crazy
Stackin' up rings like I was Tom Brady
By the way that they watchin', I know that they hate me

Verse 1

Two shots at the lil' nigga, if he actin' crazy then we finna shoot at his posse
Niggas be seeing me do a lot, know that they hatin' they sayin' that "Yung Kato cocky"
I'ma bandman way I'm gеttin' to the racks
You a fan ass nigga, movin' hella aggy
And you lame ass niggas always tryna trap mе
But now I'm goin' up they askin' "Are you happy?"
Truthly did this myself, this is my shit, I really did it regardless
Bitch you know I am a goat and I'm finna go up, but I'm only aimin' for my target
Bitch I got then i got a harnest
I'm not a rapper, they know I'ma artist
I got buzz, like I'm playin' for Charlotte
Kato hot, I'm the best on the market

Interlude

We finna pop the lil' nigga and then walk him down 'cause they all know that I'm goin' stupid
He talkin' down on my niggas, talk down on the gang, so i shoot through the chest like I'm cupid

Verse 2

Ain't nothin' I can provide for you baby
She singin' my remix I'm drivin' her crazy
Some niggas be fake yeah I know that they hate me
Two shots on me I brought, we gon' bake him
They keep on sleepin' lil' Kato gone wake 'em
I got that fire, that shit it gon' bake him
Let's go take a ride, yeah I'm finna change shit
One and Only, they know that I'm sanctioned

Chorus

We finna pop the lil' nigga and then walk him down 'cause they all know that I'm goin' stupid
He talkin' down on my niggas, talk down on the gang, so i shoot through the chest like I'm cupid
Count all these racks, all the guala
I know too much shit like a scholar
All the drugs and money, it's solvin' my problems
They was talkin' down, now they cannot get nada
Nah, you cannot get shit from me lil' baby
Lil' nigga coo-coo, bitch I'm too crazy
Stackin' up rings like I was Tom Brady
By the way that they watchin', I know that they hate me

Outro

Bitch!
I worked hard for this, I want you to know that

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