[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Yea I'm a hater, fuck your wrists Yea I'm a hater, fuck your life Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique Yea I’m a hater, fuck your wrists Yea I’m a hater, nigga fuck your car Yea I’m a hater, (nigga) fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique (squad) [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] That nigga 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 nigga 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 kill all rats BRAAT All these niggas ass cheek If you ask me, these niggas lab me (What we do?) Feed 'em to the wolves then Catch me by myself nigga better still dead
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Yea I'm a hater, fuck your wrists Yea I'm a hater, fuck your life Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique Yea I’m a hater, fuck your wrists Yea I’m a hater, nigga fuck your car Yea I’m a hater, (nigga) fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck 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 sucks and it serves no purpose, I’m gonna fuck yours up to make shit worth it Yea, faggot. Why the fuck do you have it? Why the fuck don’t I got it and any way I could stop it Is perfect, fuck your moms, dead homies and bitch you sleep with Fuck 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 sucks cause I’m your best friend, nigga
[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Yea I'm a hater, fuck your wrists Yea I'm a hater, fuck your life Yea I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique Yea I’m a hater, fuck your wrists Yea I’m a hater, nigga fuck your car Yea I’m a hater, (nigga) fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique (squad)
[Verse 3: D-Bo] Time is money, you can die today audemar Niggas dribble like they forgot how much your body cost I’m in the hood, nobody gone All these chains lookin’ like it’s fuckin’ 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