Video Iwouldhatemetoo de Justin Rarri 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Justin Rarri - Iwouldhatemetoo Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Be realistic with yourself
Now you pillow talkin' bitch, don’t try to dap me up
Boy was dying to join my clique, bitch I already knew wassup
Nigga mad cryin for attention cause I'm the one they all look up to
Yeah uh
He live in the town ain't it?
Now these niggas know me, gotta get right out the town baby
You don’t think I hear what they say
Fuck around and regret them, nigga I ain't come to play

[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, nigga fuck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm fuckin’ on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when niggas get you, strip you outta your draws
Don’t play wit my name lil nigga, we ain't built the same

[Verse 2]
We could bring it all back
I got bitches lovin’ on me, postin throwbacks
Member when I put in work, I gave you all my heart
And I know they talkin down on me, that's all cap
2 bitches smokin' out the pack, I copped them new Gucci
Shorty suck me in my Mike Amiri tied up with a doobie
Running thru the fucking air, I know these niggas tryna do me
Glock came with a semi auto, shit be bussin like a uzi
All of sudden he lit
Why him, why the fuck he rich
Spread the bands all on top of that shit
Niggas hate cause they know I be talkin' that shit
What the fuck nigga, say forget it
For clout, he started dissing
No snitchin’ if he go missing
We could never fuck the same bitches

[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, nigga fuck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm fuckin' on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when niggas get you, strip you outta your draws
Don't play wit my name lil nigga, we ain't built the same

[Verse 3]
Once that .9 hit em (boop, boop, boop)
He just copped a Moncler, he gon' die in it
I ain't ever on my knees, I pray to god with feet on it
Know they talking down on me, don't give a fuck, look how I live though
Bitch, I promise you ain't no dick suckin when it come to me and my niggas, on god
That's prolly them other niggas
Better stay strapped up, lil nigga
What you trippin' about
Talkin' slick out the mouth
My nigga gone boom back
You gon' get your head clapped
Tell that to nigga fall back
My niggas wildin', you hear pop, think its a bottle, thats yo guyza
Niggas hiding, tryna act like they can't find us
I been runnin thru these bitches, fuck behind em
Know my brother always gripped up they can't line us

[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, nigga fuck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm fuckin' on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when niggas get you, strip you outta your draws
Don't play wit my name lil nigga, we ain't built the same

[Outro]
Get involved
Hollywood Boulevard, ohh
Outta your draws, ohh
Ha ohh