Skinnyfromthe9 – Love Me Or Hate Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, but that bass drop!

[Chorus]
I’m on probation, I’m still gettin’ lit
Came out from Texas and I ain’t get hit
Out of Miami with all of my shit
This shit is crazy, can’t even take pics

[Verse 1]
These p*ssy niggas stole all of my shit
But bitch, I got money, I got me some drip (Drip)
Still got a 40, still got a stick
I don’t like talking, no tell like the bitch
Gotta watch out, man, they do it for clout
Taking they phones out, don’t know what about
Hide from the cameras, I don’t wanna talk (No)
The niggas I’m with gon’ put you in chalk
Check the amount, check the account
I just made 20 and 80 the house
Dance with your bitch and then nut in her mouth
She came to the crib then she came on the couch
Niggas be talking to get a reaction
Don’t wanna fight and they don’t want no static (Nah)
If you ain’t ’bout it, don’t take out your phone
I’m doing my thing, they won’t leave me alone (Me alone)
Oh, know they mad, ’cause they never make it and I got the bag
Back when I was broke, I swear these niggas laughed
Now that I got rich, they tryna hold me back
Tell me what the word is, pull up, we gon’ hurt ’em
I ain’t with the chat, we can do this shit in person
I was locked up, not guilty was the verdict
All that tough shit, bitch, you know I done heard it
I know I did shit but I know I ain’t perfect
I was in them chains and you know I ain’t deserve it
Everything I been through, I know it all worth it
Try and close the curtain, but I know I prevail
Yeah, Skinnyfromthe9 and I’m giving them hell
Niggas taking out they phones so they going to tell
I’m on probation, I can’t act a fool (Nah)
So when I come back, then I gotta act cool

They tryna post it all over the Gram
Bitch, I got snuck by a wannabe fan
Hold my ground and stand tall like a man
Bitch, I’m from Jersey, they know who I am
Bitch, I be balling, no NBA Jam
I spend a 100 to ice out the hand
I’m with some niggas that hop out the van
Niggas be beefing and don’t got no bands
Oh, I swear to God
They gon’ make me catch a charge (That’s on god)

[Chorus]
I’m on probation, I’m still gettin’ lit
Came out from Texas and I ain’t get hit
Out of Miami with all of my shit
This shit is crazy, can’t even take pics

[Verse 2]
All of the blogs, they posting my shit
This is what happens when you really lit
This is what happens when you finally famous
Some people gon’ love you, some people gon’ hate you
Damn, they ain’t even make a mill yet
Damn, they ain’t even get the deal yet
But they keep clout chasing ’cause they got no skills
I’m the hottest man coming from my city, aw yeah
These niggas mad ’cause they music ain’t shit
Tell ’em broke niggas, go eat on a dick
I ain’t get stripped, nigga, you hit like a bitch
f*ck all these niggas, they don’t got a chance
Nobody knows you, bitch, I got fans
Counting me out but I did it again
I knew I could do it ’cause God got a plan
Nobody wanna fight one on one
‘Cause I’ll beat a nigga up, I don’t need no gun (p*ssy)
But I got a lot to lose (Lose), so I gotta watch my moves

[Chorus]
I’m on probation, I’m still gettin’ lit
Came out from Texas and I ain’t get hit
Out of Miami with all of my shit
This shit is crazy, can’t even take pics

[Outro]
This is what happens when you finally famous
Some people gon’ love you, some people gon’ hate you

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