Az Chike Y'all Can Hate Me Now Lyrics

[Intro]
My office hours are from 9 to 5
f*ck your office hours, I need to talk to you right now motherf*cker

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm locked in
Bitch, I really handle business
Boy, you embarrassing, wifin' bitches that's strippin'
Sometimes you need to shut the f*ck up and listen
It's real simple, I get pape' and you don't, that's the difference
Crash the whip then went a hundred, now my niggas don't trust me
Shit was lookin' good, now it's gettin' ugly
I don't even believe when somebody say they love me
She wanna f*ck me 'causе I smell like a hundred bands whеn she hug me
Everybody actin' different, that's okay wit' me
Do what the f*ck you want, just don't play wit' me
Monnier on my feet cost a lil' over $850
And I keep her pillow talkin', she can take Chike
Yeah they sued me for Burn Rubber, I had to get it cleared
My lawyer ain't been on my side, she been actin' weird
A penthouse top floor, bitch, I don't live in fear
Automatic shoes off when you get in here
Had to accept the fact that P lost faith in me
And I made half an M, don't play wit' me
Regardless bitch, I'm goin' to the top, who gon' race wit' me?
First I had to realize everybody I couldn't take wit' me
I don't care to be a savage, bitch, 'cause I love myself
Bitch, all you good for is p*ssy and nothin' else
Huh, barely that, 'cause without it you got nothin' to sell
Hit the club with a plus one, bitch, I'm bringin' hell
Fans tryna keep the beef alive, that shit weird
Leave it alone, nigga been dead for like two years
I moved on, you should too, use your two ears
'Cause I'm at the top knockin' like, "Who here?" No bitch, I don't fit in, that ain't my style
For a slut why you postin'? Bitch, take it down
He just cap, can't rap, or sell a eighth of loud
Bitch go hit that blade and make me proud
No, I don't got a bitch 'cause it's f*ck 'em all
He on live kissin' a bitch that just sucked my balls
Hoe you will never be important [?] f*ck you raw
I'm that nigga without you niggas, the f*ck you thought?
Made this song to let y'all know y'all can hate me now
Don't gotta shake a nigga hand or fake a smile
Bitch I'm him with this, f*ck, I gotta break it down?
Told my plug bring a bowl, and make it loud
Niggas so stuck on this L.A. rap scene
Whole time sick, gotta get me a vaccine
Run some errands today, might get the strap cleaned
Talk bout my ears but show yours, bitch, the back green
Talkin' bout your shit lit, bitch, no, it's not
Speak up on me now, bitch, and get no response
Niggas playin' wit' me like I don't know what's mine
Lil' niggas can't even tote a hundred, nigga keep it calm
Feel like [?] start to grew apart
But they do better when they together, shit break my heart
Black sheep, and that's okay, I just play my part
I wake up and count twenty with a day to start
It's true, I don't got it all yet, somethin' wrong
The best thing you could do is leave me the f*ck alone
Don't even hit me up when you hear this song
Gdrr-bap, don't matter, I can do it on my f*ckin' own
Nigga

[Outro]
Now, if you have any other problems
It's your royalties
My office hours are from
My office hours are from
9 to 5