Haters Fussing Lyrics

Best artist at bethel, it ain't no discussion

Cannot cuff that girl if she really be bussin, aye

Say you want smoke

But all you smoke is Russian

Everytime I drop a song the haters be fussing

Oh yeah and before I start snapping again

This for all the people

Who be disrespecting me in my comments

Haters fussing, push button

Blood gushing, ambulance rushing

Girl blushing, she bussing

She sucking, no cuffing

But I'm tryna smash on the nightstand

Give her what's in between

My left and right hand

Ain't no hitting and quitting it though

I'll get her a ring cuz she ain't no hoe

Our love strings are attached as if it's a yo-yo

Cuz if she was a hoe, I'd pass her to bro bro

Got internet gangsters hopping like a pogo

They tryna dodge me, I already know yo

Check right here, it's all on my go pro

Oh you a athlete, well you better go pro

Cuz if you don't make it, I hop out the four door

And I'm with one bro but I got bout four more

You better get low, this ain't no limbo

Hop out the limo and put a fist to his temple

Fist made a smile don't you see the dimple

Made that boy bleed like he popped a pimple

Don't mess with me, it could all be so simple

Y'all running track, I'm running through bands

Don't worry bout my girl, worry bout your mans

The reason you hate is cuz you're a stan

Like Lee you're dead when I go Spider-Man

Y'all stuck in a web, wrapped in saran

Some of y'all dudes think y'all scary

But y'all just make me laugh, ha, Jim Carey

Best artist at bethel, it ain't no discussion

Cannot cuff that girl if she really be bussin, aye

Say you want smoke

But all you smoke is Russian

Everytime I drop a song the haters be fussing

What do you mean chill out

What do you mean stop being so disrespectful

I gotta let 'em know what's up

Haters fussing, push button

Blood gushing, ambulance rushing

Girl blushing, she bussing

She sucking, no cuffing

But I'm tryna smash on the nightstand

Give her what's in between

My left and right hand

Ain't no hitting and quitting it though

I'll get her a ring cuz she ain't no hoe

Our love strings are attached as if it's a yo-yo

Cuz if she was a hoe, I'd pass her to bro bro

Got internet gangsters hopping like a pogo

They tryna dodge me, I already know yo

Check right here, it's all on my go pro

Oh you a athlete, well you better go pro

Cuz if you don't make it, I hop out the four door

And I'm with one bro but I got bout four more

You better get low, this ain't no limbo

Hop out the limo and put a fist to his temple

Fist made a smile don't you see the dimple

Made that boy bleed like he popped a pimple

Don't mess with me, it could all be so simple

Y'all running track, I'm running through bands

Don't worry bout my girl, worry bout your mans

The reason you hate is cuz you're a stan

Like Lee you're dead when I go Spider-Man

Y'all stuck in a web, wrapped in saran

Some of y'all dudes think y'all scary

But y'all just make me laugh, ha, Jim Carey