Why You Hatin’ lyrics

[Intro: Devin Hill]

Real sh*t, n*ggas be on that bullsh*t

[Hook: Devin Hill]
Aye why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Get your fetty up n*gga, ol' petty ass n*gga
Always talkin' bout a n*gga, you a hoe ass n*gga
Aye why you hatin' on that n*gga? you don't know that n*gga
Why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Get your fetty up n*gga, ol' petty ass n*gga
Always talkin' bout a n*gga, you a hoe ass n*gga

[Verse 1: Devin Hill]
I blow all this paper, just like I'm ballin'
It's all in my system, first thing in the morning
I'm counting these bills, these blue hunnid bills
A young n*gga made it, man, look at my house
Look at my whip (yeah)
We came from nothin', these f*ck n*ggas bluffin'
Yeah I'm living lavish, yeah we live in luxury
You know how it is, you know how it is
A young n*gga living, got these f*ck n*ggas p*ssed

[Hook: Devin Hill]
Aye why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Get your fetty up n*gga, ol' petty ass n*gga
Always talkin' bout a n*gga, you a hoe ass n*gga
[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Migo, Quavo!)
Everybody know you a hoe (you a hoe), hating cause you ain't get no dope (cash)
You mad cause me we smash on your hoe, her pus*y so water I bought her a boat
Every time a n*gga roll up the gas, you be looking like a n*gga gonna pass
Slow your roll, boy, you moving too fast
Before I call up my n*ggas to get on your ass
You can hate all you wanna, cause we with the f*ck sh*t
We like taking trash out, cause we like to dump sh*t
When we bring the bags out, we make your hoe pass out
Pipe it up, pipe it up
Walked in the mall, I just ripped the tag out
Age of eighteen, I wanted to flex so I brought the Jag out
These n*ggas be hating the way that I take the pipe, beat it up (Pacquiao)
These n*ggas be hating the flow we created , they copy the Migos style
The streets is a jungle, you think that I'm Tarzan, the way I survive the wild
You hatin' I'm watching the money pile (I'm stacking money little n*gga)
I'm keeping my plug on speed dial (brrp, brrp, brrrrp)
FBI on us like X-Files (damn, damn, twelve!)
I hop on the jet and go ten-thousand miles

[Hook: Devin Hill]
Aye why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Get your fetty up n*gga, ol' petty ass n*gga
Always talkin' bout a n*gga, you a hoe ass n*gga
Aye why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Get your fetty up n*gga, ol' petty ass n*gga
Always talkin' bout a n*gga, you a hoe ass n*gga
[Verse 3: Devin Hill]
I could check out the check
Tell that b*tch "check out the view"
Check out the jewels on my neck
These b*tches ain't checking for you
Got a call from my niece, Miami it is
Now we up in Liv, yeah check out my b*tch
My grind is in motion, yeah it's stretched like aerobics
I know your b*tch notice ya', these f*ck n*ggas notice ya'
You know how it is, you know how it is
A young n*gga living, got these f*ck n*ggas p*ssed

[Hook: Devin Hill]
Aye why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Get your fetty up n*gga, ol' petty ass n*gga
Always talkin' bout a n*gga, you a hoe ass n*gga
Aye why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Why you hatin' on that n*gga? You don't know that n*gga
Get your fetty up n*gga, ol' petty ass n*gga
Always talkin' bout a n*gga, you a hoe ass n*gga, yeah