KC Soy Sauce - Wave to the Haters lyrics

[soy sauce] Why these motherf**ers been sh** talking I've been running the f**ing game while they've been walking I've been chopping necks and copping checks I do this often They've been coughing while I'm popping off I'm never stopping Imma put them in a coffin I've been kinda like a dolphin; catching hella waves fast You've been catching shade you wave at soy but he don't wave back I am so wavy let me say that Rewind playback That's the sh** that I will never take back Pause, get the ba** back Track is never ever playing laid back Imma have to come and get some pay back It ain't a game Imma aim where your face at f** the lames the game ain't to play wack Miss me with that sh** like a David Blaine act It ain't nothing new me and the flame go way back I'll make stacks till I can pay for maybachs [Hook] f** the haters and f** the fakes f** the b**hes and f** the snakes f** the disses, f** the hoes You tryna diss me but whats your name f** the haters and f** the fakes f** the b**hes and f** the snakes f** the disses, f** the hoes You tryna diss me but whats your name [Mafia G] Double down on the project Take that out that's shoplift Most of yall hoes ain't honest Most of these hoes want on this Carry on Karaoke and conscience That's karma coming honestly commas all around the street Rowdy tv on crowd say G cause she blessed Birds and the bees strip tease Applause for the green common cause for me who call for cheese Cus I'm packing Aaron Rodgers going back in Last call for me like honestly benjamins like Affleck Turn a protest to a footrest then I digress I'm just going good till i got a model on my chest Mafia, Italian in the family crest [Hook] f** the haters and f** the fakes f** the b**hes and f** the snakes f** the disses, f** the hoes You tryna diss me but what's your name f** the haters and f** the fakes f** the b**hes and f** the snakes f** the disses, f** the hoes You tryna diss me but what's your name [yung goob] *coughs* That was way too soon Ok whatever Goober's back on the track with some racks I can stack till the ceiling cracks I got the feeling that you think about stealing but for real I just really don't f** with that Now cut the crap I normally don't rap but I found a place in this trap Yo pa** that fat blunt and I just don't want you to be like that I got the umph to make your honey go splish splash Let me handle that while you get some more of my own stacks So get your comfy slacks on and don't look like a runt Cause I'm on the attack And if you're gonna confront I'll make you lick my sack After that, we can wipe a clean slate My guy get you a damn plate Put the fat blunt away here's a t-bone steak There's no need for a manhunt goober's gonna make you an ex-boyfriend like we need a break Ill f** your b**h like the last state