Waka Flocka Flame - I'm A Hater lyrics

[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