Hate to be that guy but lyrics

[Chorus: d0llywood1 & f*ckcru]
I don't know why n*ggas keep releasin' this mediocre
(This is cru and you're listening to d0llywood1)
I'm smoking gas, and I know you can tell just by the odor
Them n*ggas dissin', I don't know how you kept your composure
Them n*ggas always on internet sh*t, whole time I've known 'e-
This is Ayla and you f*ckin' with d0llywood1
Real Trap sh*t

[Verse]
n*ggas don't got no motion, I don't got no emotions
Give me flowers, I'm owed it, I could die any moment
Back when my hair was growin', knew I was gon' be goated
Got that Loyno enrollment, now I don't got opponents
Still don't need a diploma, I feel like Matt Cardona
I'm in the mall I throw up, this relationship over
Kara, when you gon' grow up, that b*tch what I'm composed of
f*ck your b*tch with a closeup, she textin' mе, I show up
I don't care if we broke up
I'll nеver be a broke f*ck She broke down and she toe up
I had to get my dough up, I tried to keep my hopes up
I hope I never blow up, sh*t I couldn't jus' own up
sh*t I couldn't just make up, n*ggas think that they own us
That b*tch is always a hater, I stay rockin' and rollin'
Can't recall what I told her, momma, I'm gettin' older
b*tch I'm a BHSOULJAH, twin Glocks, acting bipolar
I just can't wait to po' up, mixin' it in the soda
Don't touch the mic, avoid that b*tch like that b*tch got Ebola
I been the realest n*gga since they knew me as Dakota
I just can't feel these pussies, b*tch I'm on Ashwaghanda
I don't got friends but I just can't be a popular loner
I really do this sh*t, these new n*ggas obviously posers
I was popping sh*t before I could even pop a boner
And I just miss my n*gga, this sh*t I wish I could show her
I know these n*ggas only like me because they want exposure
b*tch if I'm from the NOLA, you go low I go lower
I still call her my twin, even though she born in October
Did sh*t that Tony did, they shoulda made me a promoter
[Chorus]
I don't know why n*ggas keep releasin' this mediocre
I'm smoking gas, and I know you can tell just by the odor
Them n*ggas dissin', I don't know how you kept your composure
Them n*ggas always on internet sh*t, whole time I've known 'em
This is Ayla and you f*ckin' with d0llywood1

[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, go
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go