Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Hated, artist - Vado. Date of issue: 18.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Da Hated |
| Fuck duckin' drug enforcement |
| Tryna turn my niggas to Doug Morrises |
| Put 'em in position, become bosses |
| Writings on the wall, when spittin' I hung portraits |
| Waves spinnin', I’m dumb nauseous |
| If you got a few sittin' I want more of it |
| Never take the first number the judge offers |
| I’m in the Gucci store right under the Trump office |
| Are you living or you existin'? |
| Gotta start living, can’t be resistant |
| No matter how you get it just be persistent |
| Consistent, from not become a statistic |
| Realistic, no lie |
| I’m at these niggas necks and I’m gifted, bow tie |
| Claimin' you the best, what you sniffin'? |
| Bro high |
| Sugar Ray Leonard, it be hittin' like no mas, hah |
| Shame on a nigga, they tryna run game on a nigga |
| Like I ain’t learn the game from a nigga |
| Ready to cock back and aim on a nigga |
| Droppin' the top back in the rain on a nigga |
| Rims bendin' the corners, bad bitches is on us |
| Breakin' day with the hittas, hit dirty kitchen in the morning |
| Breakin' haze in the swisher, that piff be havin' me yawnin' |
| Niggas claiming they with you, until it’s rainin' and stormin' |
| That fake shit, smile up in your face shit |
| Get around niggas and always sayin' some hate shit |
| How you been eatin'? |
| Ain’t never hand 'em a plate shit |
| Always see you speedin', up down the block in the spaceship |
| Hoodie on, BAPE fit, my blood on his ape shit |
| Clip will go bananas on any tree that he shake with |
| Feds in the cameras, they tryna peep every payment |
| Move like Sopranos we only speak in the basement |
| Check my bank statements, while I stay patient |
| Niggas ain’t playin', be careful who you play with |
| Huh, you think shit a game |
| Got stopped by Police, gave a different name |
| Had my OG give me different game |
| Before my face was on the piece of a nigga chain |
| Wish y’all could feel a nigga pain |
| Climbin' out the hole like the nigga Bane |
| Got a condo, a crib in Wayne |
| Nothing around but mansions, got me feeling strange |
| Born crazy, late 80's and I’m still insane |
| From the streets, if you listen closely you can hear the train |
| My man got me vexed like fuck a friendship |
| Throw 80 at a nigga Mercedes and watch the Benz flip |
| My coach told me I was a loser and wouldn’t win shit |
| Now I got twin chicks on my dick beggin' to french kiss |
| Still got my GemStar, deflate all that gym shit |
| Buck fifty work your face out, permanent grin shit |
| I used to keep a negative vibe, was on some Grinch shit |
| Skimp a lil work off the top, I used to pinch shit |
| Uh, I just got off a jail call, an hour long |
| Feds be listening so we kickin' it with the shower on |
| These niggas acid, I’m cocaine in powder form |
| Watch his body drop, then we pulled off knockin' Quiet Storm |
| Yellow butter soft, I’m feelin' like Ike Love |
| Everybody pull up with choppers, shit like a bike club |
| Lately I just come up with this shit, ain’t gotta write much |
| I’m focused, niggas with no direction’ll fuck your life up |
| It’s orchestrated, how the fuck these niggas afford to hate it? |
| Smoke with the dead, I might walk inside a morgue and blaze it |
| These are scriptures, all my verses are more than sacred |
| It’s levels to this, you ain’t never heard no Porches racin' |
| You ain’t never been 'round no bitches that’s more than basic |
| The coke weak, don’t trust the plug, then you oughta taste it |
| Put it on your gum, see how quick it numb |
| Your bitch stressed, she keep tellin' me 'bout how quick you cum |
| When I think of the illest, I figure Big and Pun |
| Put a fork in him, this nigga done, go get a gun |
| Fightin' ain’t like you, confused, why would they hype you? |
| Nigga you Ron Harper, out here actin' like Michael |
| This what the life do, my past women spiteful |
| But fuck it, we got baking soda, let’s see what this ice do |
| My man he just got his house I’m 'bout to send a kite through |
| Don’t come around, I ain’t invite you |
| I used to do Mauri gators, them shits will bite you |
| Don’t nobody touch no money 'til the dice move |
| Just keep it tall, your mans sit and you see his call |
| Bitches talkin' bout Dave East from London the Edenwald |
| I ain’t scared of death, when I sleep, me and the Reaper talk |
| Fresh out public housin', this life is better than we’d a thought |
| I want you off this Earth then we don’t need to talk |
| Same rules apply, baby, she ain’t fuckin' then she can walk |