Shade

[Chorus]

What’s up with all the hate, what’s up with all the shade?

Rude five-seven get him out the way

Tell ’em let my dawgs out the cage

Still scream free 47 and Baby K

And we used to be bummy, now nigga we paid

They gon’ have a nigga white blanket where he lay

I seen some shit gotta take to the grave

They ask how I’m doing and I tell’ em great

You ain’t talking rackades, ain’t got nothing to say

And I look in cro eyes I see redrum in his face

And you know we on go, no one hit thе brakes

Might hop out the Lamb’ and hop in the Wraith

Got choppеrs outta province, choppers out the state

Money on your head now we laughing to the bank

That nigga was lacking that’s how he got spanked

Cro say that I’m trippin’, spend racks on this drank, uh

[Verse]

Spend racks on this drank

They tell me to chill but nigga I can’t

Last dollar I still gotta stick to the plan

If we can’t you bent, we gon’ get at your man, yeah

Was in the trap house count up bands

I hit the booth, was planning on a M

Cro on a case, he fighting a M (Murder, one)

Spend these racks ’cause we never had none

Got this ice on my wrist, made my hand numb

In the trap gotta keep my handgun, yeah-yeah

He a snake, end up like the last one

Cool anywhere they say we can’t come

Probably tie a plug up for ransom

What’s up with all the hate, what’s up with all the shade?what’s up with all the hate, what’s up with all the shade?

What’s up with all the hate, what’s up with all the fake?

Try the lifestyle still not catching fade

Shawty wanna fuck she know I’m getting cake

He just got hit up, he ain’t get grazed
[Chorus]

What’s up with all the hate, what’s up with all the shade?

Rude five-seven get him out the way

Tell ’em let my dawgs out the cage

Still scream free 47 and Baby K

And we used to be bummy, now nigga we paid

They gon’ have a nigga white blanket where he lay

I seen some shit gotta take to the grave

They ask how I’m doing and I tell’ em great

You ain’t talking rackades, ain’t got nothing to say

And I look in cro eyes I see redrum in his face

And you know we on go, no one hit the brakes

Might hop out the Lamb’ and hop in the Wraith

Got choppers outta province, choppers out the state

Money on your head now we laughing to the bank

That nigga was lacking that’s how he got spanked

Cro say that I’m trippin’, spend racks on this drank, uh