Haters (feat. Not3s)

Hatin' ass ****

They be hatin' on this

Fredo be buying big bits of the dust, he's a shotaholic

And my boo rockin' on this

And I'm the only one she wanted

Keep my chick in designer shoes, 'cause she's a shopaholic

Hatin' us ****

They be hatin' on this

Fredo be buying big bits of the dust, he's a shotaholic

And my boo rockin' on this

And I'm the only one she wanted

Keep my chick in designer shoes, 'cause she's a shopaholic

Man they hatin' on Fred

This life must be good

I'm right in the hood like I might write a book

My boo don't like how I grind in the hood

But she ain't goin' nowhere, I'm pipin' her good

Man my 'ting from North

Love runnin' her lips

And I can't bad her up, 'cause my guns in the crib

Treat my ladies the same way I come with my bricks

Give them the press and turn one into six

**** talk 'bout the trap

That ain't nuttin' you did

Yeah we do shows and clubbin' and shit

But I dance with the devil and hug on my stick

So gang units still love to run in my bit

I just flooded my wrist

The Benz out front

I was beggin' for lunch, then some pebbles to cunch

Smokin' on cookies

You settle for crumbs

Man you move like a bitch, so it's better you run

Havin' issues with ****, you settle with tongues

If I'm feelin' an issue, I'm gettin' my gun

Used to sit in my cell and write letters to mum

Now I pay her her bills at the end of the month

Little homies in Uber

Collectin' some grub

Same time I'm with Lula

Collectin' some uck

Man my shoes cost a whole stack

You already know that

Still, I'd swap it all just to have my bro back

Hatin' ass ****

They be hatin' on this

Fredo be buying big bits of the dust, he's a shotaholic

And my boo rockin' on this

And I'm the only one she wanted

Keep my chick in designer shoes, 'cause she's a shopaholic

Hatin' us ****

They be hatin' on this

Fredo be buying big bits of the dust, he's a shotaholic

And my boo rockin' on this

And I'm the only one she wanted

Keep my chick in designer shoes, 'cause she's a shopaholic

They hatin' the kid

Man they hatin' the kid

I just cook up the work

Then I wait for a bit

All these pretty girls always wanna stay for a bit

They don't even know feds love raidin' the crib

Man it's bait where I live

I just wake up and get myself straight to the strip

Either traffic or stabbings, I'm late to a vid

While them men there are dissin', I'm makin' 'em sick

But I can't entertain them, they're blatantly pricks

I'm a awkward yout'

My bro got a brick, so I ordered two

And gal come link me round twenty past

And I bet she be bussin' it by quarter to

Anything that I'm wearin'

Course it's new

Same goes for my chick, so she's sort of rude

Man we slide in them foreign whips

Ain't with the politics

Gave my jeweler racks for these chains, I didn't borrow it

Hatin' ass ****

They be hatin' on this

Fredo be buying big bits of the dust, he's a shotaholic

And my boo rockin' on this

And I'm the only one she wanted

Keep my chick in designer shoes, 'cause she's a shopaholic

Hatin' us ****

They be hatin' on this

Fredo be buying big bits of the dust, he's a shotaholic

And my boo rockin' on this

And I'm the only one she wanted

Keep my chick in designer shoes, 'cause she's a shopaholic

(She's a shopaholic)

(She's a shopaholic)