[Guy]
Damn bra, I'm tellin' ya
You can get that n***a, Man i'm tellin' ya
[Other Guy]
Damn bra, you shoulda been told me that sh** 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**ers that is down on my team
But theres a few n***as that hate me
Cause when I walk I bling bling
See that's the n***as I gots to try
That's the n***as I rock-a-bye
That's the n***as that gots to die, Show the k**a 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 a** hole
Why it's always n***as that you know that's trying to do you in
I find myself busting at my own friends
b**h made n***a with a smile on his face
"You my boy", "That's my n***a"
You know what I say, "You gotta watch dem haters"
It's them n***as 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***as on the sideline
"You gotta watch dem haters"
Ya own boy a rob ya blind
Yungstar, Jackson, Junior or what
Just a p**y a** n***a trying to make a come up
Hopping from click to click or should i say dick to dick
You done spent to many days behind bars b**h
It ain't my fault you got drunk and got yo f**ing a** wiped
Now you walking round town always grunting and sh**
You got beef speak up, don't be mumbling sh**
Hard as hell behind close doors, just a second ballin click
We can speed this sh** up, or we can slow this sh** down
Either way Zuriel bring it we gone tear this b**h down
I hate you n***as with a pa**ion, 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***a that be dappin' ya down
Same n***a that be slappin' ya round
Same n***a that be dabbing ya down
Same n***a that a cap ya down
99 haters, 99 can't fade us
99 can't take us, sh** 99 can't break us
f** you haters, f** you fakers, coward n***as ya'll can't take us
f** you haters, f** you fakers, coward n***as 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***a'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** these n***as gone tear me down
Buckin' em up, Buckin' em down
f**in' that n***a hoe and hold em down
f** what you say I'm top of the mound
I don't really wanna spill these n***a
I don't really wanna peal this n***a
I don't really wanna k** this n***a
Mama I ain't k** that n***a
Yeah b**h I gotcha know
Yeah b**h 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***a die
Verse 3: [?]
I keep a smoke in my coat
If n***as ain't know, now they know
Put a f**ing slug in yo throat behind my felonies it go
You f** with my money, my dope, my weed, my cheese
You f**ing with me
I'm keeping a eye up on these n***as 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***as ain't f**ing with no hoe
Get it on my mind bra
These n***as don't wanna test me
These n***as don't wanna test me
I put 'em to rest see
You see i'm a dog behind mine
b**h I'ma hog behind mine
Laying n***as down behind mine
Spraying n***as down behind mine
You see I'm strictly bout my paper
I ain't no motherf**ing faker i keep a wathch on them haters
Chorus repeats 2x
Verse 4: ???
When push come to shuv, man these n***as want me
b**h I got it on my mind if you got PC
See I'll take it off ya motherf**ing shoulder boy
I ride for my n***as and my hustla's, Magnolia boy
You f**ing around, I peel yo a** like a f**ing potato
Throw yo b**h a** in the grease, Yeah! thats how i like my haters
See I march n***a step on you big mouth punks
And I'll march n***a step if you fools got funk
Nineteen with six figures ain't a dream no more
I step in the club with a tight a** b**h 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**h down
Chorus repeats 3x
[Beelow ends telling what a hater is]