Beelow - Watch Dem Haters lyrics

[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]