Recipe: Zero Tolerance for haters by Let me know what ya think (motivational novels .TXT) 📖

get ur mothafucking earbuds and tune out those cunt ass bitches that r always messing and hating. :P

[Hook]
Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back!)
It's lowkey at the night show
So don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote

[Verse 1]
Party on a Sunday (That was fun!)
Do it all again on Monday (One more time!)
Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God!)
I might do it all again (That's boss shit)
I just hit a three peat (Wooh)
Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry!)
I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no!)
My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up!)
She just want the coco (Cocaina!)
I just want dinero (Paper hunting!)
Who that at the front door? (Who that is?)
If it's the feds, oh-no-no-no (Don't let 'em in, shhh)

[Hook]
Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)
Don't go through the front door (In the back!)
It's lowkey at the night show
At the night show

[Bridge]
At the night show (Higher)
At the night show
At the night show (Get lit my nigga)
At the night show

[Verse 2]
Anything can happen at the night show
Everything can happen at the night show
At the night show
Anything can happen at the night show
At the night show
Your bitch not at home, she at the night show (Straight up!)
Fuckin' right, ho
Had to catch a flight for the night show
Let's get piped though
Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no (RRRRRR!)
I ain't got no type though
Only got one night though, we can do it twice though (RRRRRR!)
It's lit at the night show

[Bridge]
At the night show
At the night show
At the night show
At the night show
Anything can happen at the night show
At the night show
Anything can happen at the night show

[Verse 3]
Stackin' up day to day
Young nigga you know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga
They hatin', they stinkin', they waitin'
Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'
Lord I'm on fire they think that I'm Satan
Callin' me crazy on different occasions
Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages
Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles
I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient
Over my niggas and these kids my ages
Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated
Like these two bitches that might be related
H-Town, you got one and you Bun B like a number one
It's late night, got a late show
If you wanna roll, I got a place where...

[Hook]
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back!)
It's lowkey at the night show
So don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote

[Intro]
Let y'all niggas know what it is
We all the way live
Shout out to my bitches that do the postal, yeah

[Hook]
I get Céline for my bitch that do the postal
I get that brick, I get that bird from coast to coastal
I hit the papi then them bitches screamin', "Ay"
I mix then pump my wrist and whip until it's dry
I threw that dope and all that dodi in the bushes
I heard the feds were lookin' for me, got to book it
I know you're sellin' but you need to cut the price
I get that pack and run that bitch like Jerry Rice

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got that A1 perrico
Connect and I call me a Hector
I got ones that want the wholesale
I got ones that want the sectors
I got love for all my niggas
That'll come around and break it down in sections
Funny all these niggas pussy
Only time I'm walkin', I don't need protection
I got a check on me right now
My ring lookin' like a lighthouse
All of them bitches you seen on their Instagram flexin'
Be fuckin' at my house
Trappin' all out of the B
Play Picasso on the beat
Niggas pissy just to get me out
They know it's 50 thousand for the feat, sheesh
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout this chick that I got
I'ma buy her new Céline if she keeps mixin' my pot
She stay all up in the kitchen in that trap, in the B
She don't twerk but with that work I swear that ass is a beast

[Hook]
I get Céline for my bitch that do the postal
I get that brick, I get that bird from coast to coastal
I hit the papi then them bitches screamin', "Ay"
I mix then pump my wrist and whip until it's dry
I threw that dope and all that dodi in the bushes
I heard the feds were lookin' for me, got to book it
I know you're sellin' but you need to cut the price
I get that pack and run that bitch like Jerry Rice

[Verse 2]
Yeah, for the apologies
I made so much money this year
These niggas could never ever say they copied me
Ed Sheeran covers on my shit
These niggas could never ever say they're stoppin' me
Fuck the apology
I got some bad bitches rollin', you know that they gotta be
All of my money colored like Monopoly, yeah
Tell all them bitches
I'm rollin', I'm smokin', I'm sippin' on Hennessy, yeah
Beside them bitches that came up from Memphis
My chick only 10 I see, yeah
Energy, energy, I got that bitch off the Hennessy
All my diamonds white like they in supremacy
All my bitches 10s like that's just the Tennessee

[Hook]
I get Céline for my bitch that do the postal
I get that brick, I get that bird from coast to coastal
I hit the papi then them bitches screamin', "Ay"
I mix then pump my wrist and whip until it's dry
I threw that dope and all that dodi in the bushes
I heard the feds were lookin' for me, got to book it
I know you're sellin' but you need to cut the price
I get that pack and run that bitch like Jerry Rice

 [Verse 1]
Ayy, my Beamer sit on Jimmy Choos, damn
My bitch, I buy her Jimmy Choos, damn
My neck, a buncha frozen jewels, damn
I can show you what them Benjis do, damn
Benjamins bring them finer things, damn
That what you want, then go on, get it baby, damn
I hit a lick, ain't have to split it, baby, damn
A hunnid thou in all fifties, baby
Robin jeans and some Jimmy Choos, damn
All wings, I don't do the Trues, damn
Robin jeans and some Jimmy Choos, damn
All wings, I don't do the Trues

[Hook]
What you want? 'Cause you got it, baby
I pull up, see you watchin', baby
See them bands in my Robins, baby
Jimmy Choos when you walkin', baby
I swear that she works it, I swear she so perfect
She makes me so nervous, the way that she works it
Jimmy Choos on her feet when she be walkin', ayy
Jimmy Choos on her feet when she be walkin', yeah baby

[Verse 2]
My bitch in Jimmy Choos but I'm in Robin jeans
She say she love my crystals on my Robin wings
Everything designer, it's designer things
All this fuckin' money bring the finer things, ayy
Slim thick wit' yo cute ass, ayy
I might buy you a new bag, damn
So fine I bought