Most Hated lyrics

[Intro]
(Brody, come in here)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
It was just me and broski, we went on a hot one (Just me and bro)
Bend they block like, "Hold on, stop, I think I got one" (Ayy, hold on, stop)
Beat they load up, don't give a f*ck who ridin' shotgun
I had to switch it up a little, I am not done (I had to switch it up)
Dubs in my stacks like is you stupid? These are not ones (Ayy, what the f*ck?)
That n*gga cappin', stop the lyin', said he dropped what? (Ayy, what the f*ck?)
Switch on the Glock and it's nothin' to lift this chop up (Lift it up)
sh*t, drop the location, let's see who with the pop-ups (Ayy, let me see)
n*gga, I got some bags to chase (I got some bags to chase)
It wasn't easy gettin' on, plus I had to wait (No)
You sittin' at my table, you gon' eat, cuddy, grab a plate (Ayy, cuddy, grab a platе)
My brother told me 'bout this time his partnеr crashed his Wraith
JackBoiiz, 12_7, b*tch, I had to take (b*tch, I had to take)
That was my brother, not no more, that n*gga had to hate (That n*gga had to hate)
It's crazy, I won't touch a broke b*tch, rather masturbate (Hell nah)
We through the bity in this load, it got no tags or plates
Up the shh, drop the ah, I'll tag your face
Woo, give him a paint job (Give him a—)
I know you wanna be like me, but you just ain't Joc
Get up on him, brother droppin' bully, I let K drop
Keep it goin', on my mama, I just can't stop (Ayy, keep it going)
Free Sleazy B, I can't wait until that case drop (Free the gang)
I ain't gon' lie, that's on bro, b*tch, we hate opps
Wiggle through they section with this weapon givin' faceshots
When he seen me, you should've seen him, cuddy face dropped (You should've seen him)
He got a ghost, I ain't gon' lie, that's a fake Glock
Like Lil Baby said, we global now (Yeah, we global now)
I ain't have nothin' back then, so brodie showed me how (So brodie showed me how)
Ain't tryna f*ck, I'm 'bout bucks, can you blow me down? (b*tch)
I get violent out in public, they like, "Oh, he wild" (They like, "Oh, he wild")
[Interlude: EBK Young Joc]
They like, "Oh, he wild"
I get violent out in public, they like, "Oh, he wild"

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy (It's the gang)
Big 40 pokin' out, that mean it's kinda tucked
He keep talkin' 'bout a gun, you need to shut him up (Shut your ass up)
Why they keep talkin' 'bout they fly? Y'all some silly ducks
Popeye, we don't open cans, b*tch, we open shots
f*ck n*gga probably mad that he Papa Doc
But I play with big fifty, gotta pop an opp
On 2One, with a b*tch and she can't come
Think I just saw another murder, n*gga, red rum
Damn, that was a cold case
n*gga, I could leave a trail and won't leave no trace
I could press a button on keyboard, it'll give a space
When they said he still alive, you should've saw my face
n*gga, I just took your b*tch, should've saw his face
Yeah, I got fifty shots for the dissin' crew
And my Glock squeezable, it shoot forty-two
You is a rapper makin' songs, you is not the dude
Ooh-wee, lil' b*tch, you is not my boo (No, you not, ho)