Watch Dem Haters

[Guy]

Damn bra, I'm tellin' ya

You can get that nigga, Man i'm tellin' ya

[Other Guy]

Damn bra, you shoulda been told me that shit there

[Guy]

His house big, he stashing 10 million

[Other Guy]

How many? How much?

[Chorus: x1]

Man you gotta watch dem haters

Watch dem haters, watch dem haters

Man you gotta watch dem haters

You know they wanna see you fall

[Verse 1: Beelow]

I gots a million motherfuckers that is down on my team

But theres a few niggas that hate me,

Cause when I walk I bling bling

See that's the niggas I gots to try

That's the niggas I rock-a-bye

That's the niggas that gots to die, Show the killa in my eye

Why try to hate on something you can't control

And take a chance to catch a bullet, from head to yo ass hole

Why it's always niggas that you know that's trying to do you in

I find myself busting at my own friends

Bitch made nigga with a smile on his face

"You my boy", "That's my nigga"

You know what I say, "You gotta watch dem haters"

It's them niggas in yo town

"You gotta watch dem haters"

When you tryin' to get own the mound

"You gotta watch dem haters"

It's not them niggas on the sideline

"You gotta watch dem haters"

Ya own boy a rob ya blind

Yungstar, Jackson, Junior or what

Just a pussy ass nigga trying to make a come up

Hopping from click to click or should i say dick to dick

You done spent to many days behind bars bitch

It ain't my fault you got drunk and got yo fucking ass wiped

Now you walking round town always grunting and shit

You got beef speak up, don't be mumbling shit

Hard as hell behind close doors, just a second ballin click

We can speed this shit up, or we can slow this shit down

Either way Zuriel bring it we gone tear this bitch down

I hate you niggas with a passion, you can see it in my eyes

All playa haters i gotta rock a bye bye bye

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: ?]

Watch ya ki's, watch ya house, slap ya hoe tell her watch ya mouth

Watch ya cars, watch ya g's, hide ya dope and hide ya weed

Watch da same nigga that be dappin' ya down

Same nigga that be slappin' ya round

Same nigga that be dabbing ya down

Same nigga that a cap ya down

99 haters, 99 can't fade us,

99 can't take us, Shit 99 can't break us

Fuck you haters, fuck you fakers, coward niggas ya'll can't take us

Fuck you haters, fuck you fakers, coward niggas ya'll can't break us

Wanna hate me cause I ride on chrome, hate me cause I ride alone

Hate me cause I'm rolling on, Now hate me cause I'ma send ya home

All you nigga's got to die, stick a needle in my eye

Man, I ain't gone tell no lie, these playa haters they must die

How the fuck these niggas gone tear me down

Buckin' em up, Buckin' em down

Fuckin' that nigga hoe and hold em down

Fuck what you say I'm top of the mound

I don't really wanna spill these nigga

I don't really wanna peal this nigga

I don't really wanna kill this nigga

Mama I ain't kill that nigga

Yeah bitch I gotcha know

Yeah bitch I found ya now

Red beam I dot'cha now

Pop, Pop, Pop drop'cha now

Keep the nine on my side

Hmm, I'm bout to ride

Keep the nine on my side

Die nigga die

[Verse 3: ?]

I keep a smoke in my coat

If niggas ain't know, now they know

Put a fucking slug in yo throat behind my felonies it go

You fuck with my money, my dope, my weed, my cheese,

you fucking with me

I'm keeping a eye up on these niggas and hoes

They wanna be in my clothes

They wanna be with my hoes, and mo'

Wanna yank me out my party,

Wooday come get me and my soulja's

Ya'll niggas ain't fucking with no hoe

Get it on my mind bra

These niggas don't wanna test me

These niggas don't wanna test me

I put 'em to rest see

You see i'm a dog behind mine

Bitch I'ma hog behind mine

Laying niggas down behind mine

Spraying niggas down behind mine

You see I'm strictly bout my paper

I ain't no motherfucking faker i keep a wathch on them haters

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4: ???]

When push come to shuv, man these niggas want me

Bitch I got it on my mind if you got PC

See I'll take it off ya motherfucking shoulder boy

I ride for my niggas and my hustla's, Magnolia boy

You fucking around, I peel yo ass like a fucking potato

Throw yo bitch ass in the grease, Yeah! thats how i like my haters

See I march nigga step on you big mouth punks

And I'll march nigga step if you fools got funk

Nineteen with six figures ain't a dream no more

I step in the club with a tight ass bitch you ain't seen before

And there they go, there they go with there hating before

But they don't know, they don't know I'm 'bout to shut this bitch down

[Chorus x3]

[Beelow ends telling what a hater is]