Haters Songtext
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(LC)
And, um, that's just, I guess that's life, huh?
(Why they goin' at the youngin?)
(They mad he turnin' nothing into something)
Showed niggas too much love, like
(Mmm, why they goin' at the youngin?) Feel me?
Your idols could become your rivals, for real (I ain't goin' nowhere)
It's the sad case, though
It's all love, man (I know I'm gon' blow on these niggas)
Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave
Bitch, it ain't my fault you sat and played
How you mad I want my mama living straight?
Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh?
You want your people livin' good
You tryna make sure all your niggas out the hood
This that pain and that struggle
You don't know what the fuck it took for me to bubble
Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle
Why they going at the youngin?
They mad he turnin' nothing into something
Know my mama proud of what her son becoming
My brudda know it ain't nothin', I'll give that boy my last
Lil' woadie moving fast, I just hope that he don't crash
Coronavirus, I can't leave the house without my mask
I know these niggas plottin', that's why I keep a extra mag
Toe tags, them young niggas handin' out body bags
Ain't a nigga in my city better than me, these niggas trash Can't wait to run my millions up, know I'm gon' have a blast
Came straight up out the blue, I know I'm making these niggas mad, yeah
Fuck that shit, let's make these niggas madder (Yeah)
If it ain't 'bout no money, it don't matter
I lost my woadie, I don't think I could be sadder
Checked the stats, I think my pockets gettin' fatter, woah
Damn, I can't believe this shit here, man
This shit, idols turned to rivals, for real, like
Feel me? Like I was showing love, like, damn
That what's happen when you show niggas too much love
Like you can't expect the same love you give a nigga
That nigga gon' give you that shit back, you feel me?
Shit, it's all good, though
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, oh, oh
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave
Bitch, it ain't my fault you sat and played
How you mad I want my mama living straight?
Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh?
You want your people livin' good
You tryna make sure all your niggas out the hood
This that pain and that struggle
You don't know what the fuck it took for me to bubble
Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle
Why they going at the youngin?
They mad he turnin' nothing into something
Know my mama proud of what her son becoming
I know my mama proud of what her son becoming
I'ma keep hustling
I know my mama proud of what her son becoming, yeah
Oh, I got no limit in this bitch with me, yeah, yo
(Oh, I got no limit in this bitch with me, yeah, yo)
(LC)
And, um, that's just, I guess that's life, huh?
(Why they goin' at the youngin?)
(They mad he turnin' nothing into something)
Showed niggas too much love, like
(Mmm, why they goin' at the youngin?) Feel me?
Your idols could become your rivals, for real (I ain't goin' nowhere)
It's the sad case, though
It's all love, man (I know I'm gon' blow on these niggas)
Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave
Bitch, it ain't my fault you sat and played
How you mad I want my mama living straight?
Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh?
You want your people livin' good
You tryna make sure all your niggas out the hood
This that pain and that struggle
You don't know what the fuck it took for me to bubble
Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle
Why they going at the youngin?
They mad he turnin' nothing into something
Know my mama proud of what her son becoming
My brudda know it ain't nothin', I'll give that boy my last
Lil' woadie moving fast, I just hope that he don't crash
Coronavirus, I can't leave the house without my mask
I know these niggas plottin', that's why I keep a extra mag
Toe tags, them young niggas handin' out body bags
Ain't a nigga in my city better than me, these niggas trash Can't wait to run my millions up, know I'm gon' have a blast
Came straight up out the blue, I know I'm making these niggas mad, yeah
Fuck that shit, let's make these niggas madder (Yeah)
If it ain't 'bout no money, it don't matter
I lost my woadie, I don't think I could be sadder
Checked the stats, I think my pockets gettin' fatter, woah
Damn, I can't believe this shit here, man
This shit, idols turned to rivals, for real, like
Feel me? Like I was showing love, like, damn
That what's happen when you show niggas too much love
Like you can't expect the same love you give a nigga
That nigga gon' give you that shit back, you feel me?
Shit, it's all good, though
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, oh, oh
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave
Bitch, it ain't my fault you sat and played
How you mad I want my mama living straight?
Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh?
You want your people livin' good
You tryna make sure all your niggas out the hood
This that pain and that struggle
You don't know what the fuck it took for me to bubble
Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle
Why they going at the youngin?
They mad he turnin' nothing into something
Know my mama proud of what her son becoming
I know my mama proud of what her son becoming
I'ma keep hustling
I know my mama proud of what her son becoming, yeah
Oh, I got no limit in this bitch with me, yeah, yo
(Oh, I got no limit in this bitch with me, yeah, yo)
