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Hater Proof feat. Moneybagg Yo, Dave East & Meet Sims
DJ Kay Slay
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I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for (ah, ah, ah)
Doin' good ain't never good where I'm from
Found out you gettin' paper, though
Guess that's why them people hatin' for (ah, ah, ah)
Kay Slay, what's up?
Uh, Burberry scarf and some Tim boots
Bad bitch with me and she foreign too (lil' bad bitch)
Pull up out the whip, hop out clutchin' (clutch the 40)
Neck and wrist icey, I'm a slushie
My lil' Niggall face a nigga, DJ Kay Slay, a nigga
Broad Day a nigga, clap, Ay Bay Bay a nigga
I climbed from the bottom, I found a way out (found a way out)
You niggas the feds, plottin' on my layout
Y'all make me go a lil' harder, ain't gon' lie
I'm startin' to like haters, look, I'm Lookin' down
I'm a freshman, like a ninth grader
Fuck her, put her out, no, you cannot spend the night later
She tryna get glue stuck on me? I get some fly paper (uh)
I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for (ah, ah, ah)
Doin' good (ah), ain't never good where I'm from (a snare, I got 21 a bowl)
Found out you gettin' paper, though
Guess that's why them people hatin' for (ah, ah, ah)
Who take the coke up in butcher crib?
I was trappin' out chess spot
Baggin' up I was swipin' for TVs and an Xbox
Robberies got me watchin', et caught slippin'? You bet' not
Told your bitch just to suck it', got me feel in' like X-Pac
They say I'm overrated, I ain't been sober lately
I get doped on the daily and fuck them hoes, just come pay me
I'm in control like Baby, countin' Cash Money, Benjis
Got uptown in a frenzy, roll them ounces and Benzes
90 percent Crip and I got homies that's Billy
Homies that's mackin', started in the 'jects with a package
Fuck a MTV list, got some Marriotts on deck
Tonight I got like three chicks
Bring that money back to daddy, remix
Cut that coca with that Arm-N-Hammer
Shit is gettin' real, I bought my mom a Hammer
Perk and me won't talk to cameras, I'm off the Sour, though
My cousin got a powder flow
Next exit gotta get some gas, couple miles to go
Boulders in the trunk so ain't no smokin'
Laughin' to the bank but I ain't jokin'
Rich nigga and I'm rollin'
Hammers on the seats so ain't no speedin'
Clip a nigga quick, just need a reason
Put that work in then we leavin'
I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for (ah, ah, ah)
Doin' good ain't never good where I'm from
Found out you gettin' paper, though
Guess that's why them people hatin' for (ah, ah)
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