Yeah
Haters always talk that talk and walk that walk
Try to mess up chances
Leavin all the questions
Without answers
Bout to spit some fire for you bitches
On how we feel bout these situations
Look i dont really care bout what you say
Playing all these games
Forgetin bout all these fuckin lames
Always tryin to say
That i wont make it big one day
Now im out on top
Runnin from the cops
I will never stop
All you haters bout to drop
When you see i got your girl in my whip
She got on a crop top
Her friends in the back
One got a nice rack
Take em back to my house
Take em on the couch
Look Im just tryin to be my own boss
Not have anotha loss
Working hard and getting no where
Tired of dat shit it aint fair
Fuck the haters, fuck the fakes
Putting up my stakes
Your girl on my side
Bout to ride untill we die
Haters always talk that talk and walk that walk
Try to mess up chances
Leavin all the questions
Without answers
Bout to spit some fire for you bitches
On how we feel bout these situations
Haters always talk that talk
Bout to punch em in the jaw
And take they girl and get em to suck on my cock
Until their jaw lock
How's that sound?
I don't really care I get around
Bitches left (left) and right (right)
Always on me like a mob fight
What the hell up with this shit
Don't throw a fit
Just keep hatin
Don't care what you been sayin
Little bitch keep on cryin
I ain't even tryin
Bout skirt out
Don't care bout these bitches or haters with out a doubt

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