Manolo Rose - Stylin On You lyrics

[Hook – Manolo Rose] Keep your love, cause we like the hate The hating make a n***a go harder Drive in that Lambo, go farther Yeah homie, yeah we styling on you Hating n***a, man we styling on you s**a n***as, man we styling on you The hate make a n***a go harder We created the style [?] [Verse 1 – Vado] Welcome to New York, where we don't play Where out-of-towners gonna pay like if this LA On the DL, you can end up DOA I'm the CL coupe, not the CLA Headband, track suit, a pair of Fi L As Stack a [?], black boot, leather PLA Matching blue BBs on the CLK I'm like Rich coming through just to see LA [Verse 2 – Tray Pizzy] Bronx bomber, 80 gang, you know my set I heard these pussies want to bang like lesbo s** Old n***as still hating from a retro set The new here, let me put this sh** in retrospect You got to love it cause your b**h do And y'all do what them chicks do Chopping n***as down, gun fu with the ginsu I'm taking all bets, and they look like they against you k** your whole team and whatever b**h sent you Trip gang, my dick hang, I let my nuts drag I'm in mine, would go in yours but it's a clutch bag You Bruce Jenner, I'm Bruce Lee, my glow up You know when I'm around cause these n***as never show up [Hook] [Verse 3 – Dave East] I turn heads in every V I play I get fronted one extra every P I take Tell these n***as what the business is, y'all see my face Dead serious, thirst for dessert, I need my cake Pull up in the Ghost, n***as think it's dead people riding You thought she was a model, she just said that we could slide her I used to do the Mark Buchanan, cigars and salmon Beach chair on first, I'm in Harlem tanning Hit Miami for the lobster tails, don't forget the bu*ter sauce 6 5 but I love the Porsche, knock your mother off Like Nip Hussle, all my money in, it's nothing short I'm still ducking court, this East, the f**ing thought [Hook] [Verse 4 – Manolo Rose] Brooklyn running with me, Far Rockaway runnin' with me 441, double building, you heard 50 Stack year was great, Chinx resting in peace Got to learn from my predecessors' mistakes, you got to take heed Stacks bought the Porsche, Chinx bought the Porsche Now both of the homies gone, I can't afford to take a loss First whip that I'mma cop, I'mma cop me an 8 seater Bullet proof the whip, 8 goons and 100 heaters Turn the music, n***a this is one of our children From Onyx to MOP, can't forget about X n***as dropped the baton off, now I run with it next Knock knock on the door, hi game, let me in 2 milly, milly rocking by the door, grab a man Brooklyn eating, n***as know we come for them checks And we wyling on these pussies, we dying for that respect Remember that boy Hov, yeah he one of my seniors We come from the same hood, the history get repeated I'mma wake they a** up since these f**boys sleeping New blood, new energy, but all up to the vets Let me talk my sh**, cut the beat off slim Short n***a running with goons, they call me [?] The shooter he keep moving, boy you too antsy I argue with the coppers with my mink unbu*toned, I'm too fancy Basketball was plan A, pills selling plan B, rapping it was plan C Our lord got to be before he see divine equality God, understand me A n***a done came up, boozy b**hes can't stand me Concrete, we the new wolves, we huddle alone Bring the food right back to the family We coming for all of y'all We gunning on all of y'all God