[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Flocka!
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yea I'm a hater, f** your wrists
Yea I'm a hater, f** your life
Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** your money
f** your car, n***a f** your clique
Yea I'm a hater, f** your wrists
Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** your car
Yea I'm a hater, (n***a) f** your money
n***a f** your life, f** your clique (squad)
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
That n***a muggin' like he hard or something
Like he wanna touch me like my brother's son
Squad!
They say I'm rapping like I'm ‘bout that
I tell ‘em come and try n***a if they doubt that (Riverdale)
Devil daisy hats, chaimy chi, pop that (squad)
Thuggin' like the '96 Pac back (squad)
Ain't no 1 on 1's, to feel once we just jump back
B-S-M shawty we k** all rats
BRAAT
All these n***as a** cheek
If you ask me, these n***as lab me (What we do?)
Feed 'em to the wolves then
Catch me by myself n***a better still dead
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yea I'm a hater, f** your wrists
Yea I'm a hater, f** your life
Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** your money
f** your car, n***a f** your clique
Yea I'm a hater, f** your wrists
Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** your car
Yea I'm a hater, (n***a) f** your money
n***a f** your life, f** your clique (squad)
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
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 booin' cause I hate your guts, hehe
I be in the bushes lurking, why you live your life so goddamn perfect?
Cuz my life s**s and it serves no purpose, I'm gonna f** yours up to make sh** worth it
Yea, f*ggot. Why the f** do you have it?
Why the f** don't I got it and any way I could stop it
Is perfect, f** your moms, dead homies and b**h you sleep with
f** yo food, the protein in it, and fork you eat 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 s**s cause I'm your best friend, n***a
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yea I'm a hater, f** your wrists
Yea I'm a hater, f** your life
Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** your money
f** your car, n***a f** your clique
Yea I'm a hater, f** your wrists
Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** your car
Yea I'm a hater, (n***a) f** your money
n***a f** your life, f** your clique (squad)
[Verse 3: D-Bo]
Time is money, you can die today audemar
n***as dribble like they forgot how much your body cost
I'm in the hood, nobody gone
All these chains lookin' like it's f**in' 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
DGBSM, we gon shake somethin'
Potato on my belt, watch me bake something