Hate Wounds by TrapQuan$ Lyrics
[Transcribing]
[Tag]
SJ Beatzz
[Hook: TrapQuan$ & JayRiv]
So much fake shit goin’ around, can’t even see the snakes
These niggas hate my [?], but I cannot relate (No)
Man, these niggas really actin’, they need to take a break
I’m grindin’ every day, the food is on my plate (Yeah)
Man, you know, I’m out here with the bro, you know, we flexin’
These pussies throwin’ shots, but they ain’t directed
Yuh, aye, you know, we flexin’ (Fuck)
Man, you know, we flexin’
[Verse 1: TrapQuan$]
My young niggas out here, man, you know, they reckless
They robbin’ niggas for chains, boy, they’ll take your necklace
They’ll take your food and eat it like that shit is breakfast
And these pussies starin’ at me, bro, I think they’re jealous
Whoa-oh, why they envy me?
Boy, I think I’m their natural born enemy
These niggas’ religion, I swear, it’s jealousy
The way they starin’ at me, this shit is so heavily
These niggas fake as fuck, just like pregnancies
And I don’t trust these niggas, bro, that’s word to me
Because they’ll sit there and be your friend all [?]
I don’t need these niggas, need these hunnids (Aye) and fifties (Aye)
[Hook: TrapQuan$ & JayRiv]
So much fake shit goin’ around, can’t even see the snakes
These niggas hate my [?], but I cannot relate (No)
Man, these niggas really actin’, they need to take a break
I’m grindin’ every day, the food is on my plate (Yeah)
Man, you know, I’m out here with the bro, you know, we flexin’
These pussies throwin’ shots, but they ain’t directed
Yuh, aye, you know, we flexin’ (Fuck)
Man, you know, we flexin’
[Verse 2: JayRiv & TrapQuan$]
Yeah, I’m countin’ tens and twenties and these fifties (Fifties)
That’s your girl, but she told me that she miss me (Miss me)
Don’t rock with niggas, yeah, they really iffy (Gang!)
Pulled a bad bitch and her name was Brittney (Brittney)
Don’t need the stripes to be official
She say she referee, yeah, she blew the whistle (Yeah)
You was my brother, but you been official (Yeah)
Don’t make the squad really come and get you
It was me and bro, yeah, you know, from the basement
Yeah, we makin’ money, while these niggas hatin’
I pulled a bad bitch, think she-she Jamaican
We smokin’ on the loud, eyes that be Asian
[Hook: TrapQuan$ & JayRiv]
So much fake shit goin’ around, can’t even see the snakes
These niggas hate my [?], but I cannot relate (No)
Man, these niggas really actin’, they need to take a break
I’m grindin’ every day, the food is on my plate (Yeah)
Man, you know, I’m out here with the bro, you know, we flexin’
These pussies throwin’ shots, but they ain’t directed
Yuh, aye, you know, we flexin’ (Fuck)
Man, you know, we flexin’
[Tag]
SJ Beatzz
[Hook: TrapQuan$ & JayRiv]
So much fake shit goin’ around, can’t even see the snakes
These niggas hate my [?], but I cannot relate (No)
Man, these niggas really actin’, they need to take a break
I’m grindin’ every day, the food is on my plate (Yeah)
Man, you know, I’m out here with the bro, you know, we flexin’
These pussies throwin’ shots, but they ain’t directed
Yuh, aye, you know, we flexin’ (Fuck)
Man, you know, we flexin’
[Verse 1: TrapQuan$]
My young niggas out here, man, you know, they reckless
They robbin’ niggas for chains, boy, they’ll take your necklace
They’ll take your food and eat it like that shit is breakfast
And these pussies starin’ at me, bro, I think they’re jealous
Whoa-oh, why they envy me?
Boy, I think I’m their natural born enemy
These niggas’ religion, I swear, it’s jealousy
The way they starin’ at me, this shit is so heavily
These niggas fake as fuck, just like pregnancies
And I don’t trust these niggas, bro, that’s word to me
Because they’ll sit there and be your friend all [?]
I don’t need these niggas, need these hunnids (Aye) and fifties (Aye)
[Hook: TrapQuan$ & JayRiv]
So much fake shit goin’ around, can’t even see the snakes
These niggas hate my [?], but I cannot relate (No)
Man, these niggas really actin’, they need to take a break
I’m grindin’ every day, the food is on my plate (Yeah)
Man, you know, I’m out here with the bro, you know, we flexin’
These pussies throwin’ shots, but they ain’t directed
Yuh, aye, you know, we flexin’ (Fuck)
Man, you know, we flexin’
[Verse 2: JayRiv & TrapQuan$]
Yeah, I’m countin’ tens and twenties and these fifties (Fifties)
That’s your girl, but she told me that she miss me (Miss me)
Don’t rock with niggas, yeah, they really iffy (Gang!)
Pulled a bad bitch and her name was Brittney (Brittney)
Don’t need the stripes to be official
She say she referee, yeah, she blew the whistle (Yeah)
You was my brother, but you been official (Yeah)
Don’t make the squad really come and get you
It was me and bro, yeah, you know, from the basement
Yeah, we makin’ money, while these niggas hatin’
I pulled a bad bitch, think she-she Jamaican
We smokin’ on the loud, eyes that be Asian
[Hook: TrapQuan$ & JayRiv]
So much fake shit goin’ around, can’t even see the snakes
These niggas hate my [?], but I cannot relate (No)
Man, these niggas really actin’, they need to take a break
I’m grindin’ every day, the food is on my plate (Yeah)
Man, you know, I’m out here with the bro, you know, we flexin’
These pussies throwin’ shots, but they ain’t directed
Yuh, aye, you know, we flexin’ (Fuck)
Man, you know, we flexin’