HATERS Lyrics

Nigga, fuck my haters, pussy, what you on

Nigga, fuck my haters, pussy, what you on

Nigga, fuck my haters, pussy, what you on

Nigga, fuck my haters, pussy, what you on

Be steady, hit it, my line, figure what you on

I poured a goddamn triple in a styrofoam

Breaking down buns, micro-dosing, I decided cone

I went shopping with the gang, I decided chrome

We only aiming, everybody on my hit, you don't

Fuck my opps and hoes, this a merry song

The bitch baddest, super thick, and all I want is dome

If you wanna get to it, show me what you're on

Doing lit shit, tight shit that I don't condone

But if I hit your best friend, you would say I'm wrong

You a chill bitch, but what the fuck, I can't tell what you're on

I'll leave a writing, I don't think about what you're on

I put a brr on the back of a jeep chrome

Knowing that I gotta keep it tugged, I don't wanna die alone

I'm big sipping out the cup till I fly home

I'm a goddamn wolf, I don't mad loneliness

I put a goddamn hook on the top of soy hit

I'm a motherfucking rockstar turned up kid

Beat up back end, break my guitar like yo bitch

We the ones that's tanked up, asking who is this

Us raised first, keep it in hand, not hip

Switch fish dip, tryna take cover by the whip

Tap tap, hit a binary skip

Tryna drift this bitch with no traction, watch it flip

I pulled a 360, my cup done spilled

I was tryna put it down, even though I know it killed

I was tryna make a promise, broke that shit, it's you for real

Nigga fuck my haters, push it with your own

Bitch steady hitting my line, figure what you're on

I put a goddamn triple in her style phone

Breaking down bus, micro dosing, I decided cone

I went shopping with the gang, I decided chrome

We only aiming, everybody on my hit, you don't fuck

Buy ops and hoes, this a merry song

This baddest hood, we're thinking all I wanna don't

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