Haters lyrics

[Intro: R. Kelly]
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
She ain't even my chick but she probably going
See these n*ggas faces when I pull up in that foreign
Maybe it's my style, maybe it's my crib and she say them n*ggas boring
All we know is win-win, b*tch, yes, we scoring
Real n*gga sh*t, 300, we don't f*ck around
Bad b*tches call me just to f*ck around
They don't like di*ks, they just like for me to di*k 'em down
Talm 'bout that goofy ass n*ggas tryna sit 'em down
Boy, she a star look at that ass, straight head spinner
Huh, you see my squad, and we go hard, yes, we some breadwinners
Yup, that thot there she a runner, 3Hunna they'll run her
Good head, she a goner, kush strong, gobble monster
Feds taking pictures so I gotta stop and go
We don't talk, boy, don't run our mouth, that's all we know
Me and the hood together forever like Will and Jada
3Hunna, we next, they forever gon' hate us
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
And them haters gon' hate
And them haters gon' hate
And them haters gon' hate
And them haters gon' hate

[Bridge: Lil Reese]
That's all they gon do, man
They ain't got no other choice
Shouts out to my bro gods
Chief Keef, Lil Durk, what's happening, broski?
f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga (f*ck n*gga)

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
f*ck n*gga, f*ck boy, pus*y n*gga, the best is I
You on the stand, shots fired, man down, you'll testify
Snitches run they mouth, my n*ggas, them n*ggas, we don't play that
Couple drillers come and drill you, my n*gga, right where you stay at
My biggest hater is the reason I can't get no sleep (No sleep)
N-n-no sleep, F-f*ck the police
'Cause I ride out solo dolo, my n*ggas, my family, 3Hunna
Red beam on the 30 that's a no go, GBE, OTF that's the logo
Free Five, free Law, free Bruh though
Lost some real n*ggas from a long time ago
Grind time so you know I gotta grind though
Prime time so you know I gotta shine though
We riding, we riding with a strap or two
And we don't go back and forth like the rappers do
And they say these n*ggas ain't hating
This Chicago, the motherf*cking capital (What?)
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
I'm in your mix
And them haters gon' hate
And them haters gon' hate
And them haters gon' hate
And them haters gon' hate