[Guy]
Damn bra, I'm tellin' ya
You can get that n*gga, Man i'm tellin' ya
[Other Guy]
Damn bra, you shoulda been told me that sh*t there
[Guy]
His house big, he stashing 10 million
[Other Guy]
How many? How much?
Chorus: 1x
Man you gotta watch dem haters
Watch dem haters, watch dem haters
Man you gotta watch dem haters
You know they wanna see you fall
Verse 1: [Beelow]
I gots a million motherf*ckers that is down on my team
But theres a few n*ggas that hate me
Cause when I walk I bling bling
See that's the n*ggas I gots to try
That's the n*ggas I rock-a-bye
That's the n*ggas that gots to die, Show the killa in my eye
Why try to hate on something you can't control
And take a chance to catch a bullet, from head to yo ass hole
Why it's always n*ggas that you know that's trying to do you in
I find myself busting at my own friends
b*tch made n*gga with a smile on his face
"You my boy", "That's my n*gga"
You know what I say, "You gotta watch dem haters"
It's them n*ggas in yo town
"You gotta watch dem haters"
When you tryin' to get own the mound
"You gotta watch dem haters"
It's not them n*ggas on the sideline
"You gotta watch dem haters"
Ya own boy a rob ya blind
Yungstar, Jackson, Junior or what
Just a pus*y ass n*gga trying to make a come up
Hopping from click to click or should i say di*k to di*k
You done spent to many days behind bars b*tch
It ain't my fault you got drunk and got yo f*cking ass wiped
Now you walking round town always grunting and sh*t
You got beef speak up, don't be mumbling sh*t
Hard as hell behind close doors, just a second ballin click
We can speed this sh*t up, or we can slow this sh*t down
Either way Zuriel bring it we gone tear this b*tch down
I hate you n*ggas with a passion, you can see it in my eyes
All playa haters i gotta rock a bye bye bye
Chorus repeats 2x
Verse 2: [?]
Watch ya ki's, watch ya house, slap ya hoe tell her watch ya mouth
Watch ya cars, watch ya g's, hide ya dope and hide ya weed
Watch da same n*gga that be dappin' ya down
Same n*gga that be slappin' ya round
Same n*gga that be dabbing ya down
Same n*gga that a cap ya down
99 haters, 99 can't fade us
99 can't take us, sh*t 99 can't break us
f*ck you haters, f*ck you fakers, coward n*ggas ya'll can't take us
f*ck you haters, f*ck you fakers, coward n*ggas ya'll can't break us
Wanna hate me cause I ride on chrome, hate me cause I ride alone
Hate me cause I'm rolling on, Now hate me cause I'ma send ya home
All you n*gga's got to die, stick a needle in my eye
Man, I ain't gone tell no lie, these playa haters they must die
How the f*ck these n*ggas gone tear me down
Buckin' em up, Buckin' em down
f*ckin' that n*gga hoe and hold em down
f*ck what you say I'm top of the mound
I don't really wanna spill these n*gga
I don't really wanna peal this n*gga
I don't really wanna kill this n*gga
Mama I ain't kill that n*gga
Yeah b*tch I gotcha know
Yeah b*tch I found ya now
Red beam I dot'cha now
Pop, Pop, Pop drop'cha now
Keep the nine on my side
Hmm, I'm bout to ride
Keep the nine on my side
Die n*gga die
Verse 3: [?]
I keep a smoke in my coat
If n*ggas ain't know, now they know
Put a f*cking slug in yo throat behind my felonies it go
You f*ck with my money, my dope, my weed, my cheese
You f*cking with me
I'm keeping a eye up on these n*ggas and hoes
They wanna be in my clothes
They wanna be with my hoes, and mo'
Wanna yank me out my party
Wooday come get me and my soulja's
Ya'll n*ggas ain't f*cking with no hoe
Get it on my mind bra
These n*ggas don't wanna test me
These n*ggas don't wanna test me
I put 'em to rest see
You see i'm a dog behind mine
b*tch I'ma hog behind mine
Laying n*ggas down behind mine
Spraying n*ggas down behind mine
You see I'm strictly bout my paper
I ain't no motherf*cking faker i keep a wathch on them haters
Chorus repeats 2x
Verse 4: ???
When push come to shuv, man these n*ggas want me
b*tch I got it on my mind if you got PC
See I'll take it off ya motherf*cking shoulder boy
I ride for my n*ggas and my hustla's, Magnolia boy
You f*cking around, I peel yo ass like a f*cking potato
Throw yo b*tch ass in the grease, Yeah! thats how i like my haters
See I march n*gga step on you big mouth punks
And I'll march n*gga step if you fools got funk
Nineteen with six figures ain't a dream no more
I step in the club with a tight ass b*tch you ain't seen before
And there they go, there they go with there hating before
But they don't know, they don't know I'm 'bout to shut this b*tch down
Chorus repeats 3x
[Beelow ends telling what a hater is]