Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo life
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck yo clique
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo car
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo money
Nigga fuck yo life, fuck yo clique
That nigga muggin' like he on to something
Like he wanna touch me like my brother's son
Squad!
They say I'm reppin' like I'm 'bout that
I tell 'em come and try nigga if they all back
Devil daisy hats, chaimy chi, park that
Duggin' like the '96 park back
Ain't no 1 on 1's, to feel once we just jump back
Heartbeat, ass down, Shorty we kill all racks
Brah!
All these niggas ass cheap
If you aks me, these niggas lab me
What we do?
Feed 'em to the ones then
Catch me by myself nigga better still dead
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo life
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck yo clique
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo car
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo money
Nigga fuck yo life, fuck yo clique
Umm, hey fellow how ya doin'?
Well I'm doin' bad and I hope your day's ruined
When you're on stage I'm the one that's boo'in
Cause I hate your guts, hi hi
I be in the pussy slurpin'
Why you and life so goddamn perfect?
Cause my life sucks and it serves no purpose
I'm gonna fuck her just to make shit worth it
Yea, bag it. Why the fuck do you have it?
Why the fuck don't I got it and
Is any way I could stop it?
It's perfect, fuck your moms, dads, homies I bet you sleep with
Fuck yo food, the protein
And in the fuck you eatin' with?
Now have your wife beat dick
Get pregnant and then make you think that it's yours
Now that's the real definition of sneak diss
I'm Silky Johnson's left hand
Coming like the next trend
It sucks cause I'm your best friend
Nigga
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo life
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck yo clique
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo car
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo money
Nigga fuck yo life, fuck yo clique
Time is money, you can die today automat
Niggas dribble like they forgot how much your body cost
I'm in the hood, nobody gone
All these chains lookin' like it's fuckin' Mardi Gras
My top down, seat way back
Don't respect the squad - get your face cracked
DT young is kinda bad, that's why you stay tat
Cal the cleanup crew, no A chance
Wait hold on I'm still white, who gon say something?
All that fessils like my youngins won't fake something
DTBSU, we gon shake somethin'
Potato on my belt, watch me break something
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo life
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck yo clique
Yea I'm a hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo car
Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck yo money
Nigga fuck yo life, fuck yo clique
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