Waka Flocka Flame, Derez De’Shon, Tyler, The Creator - I’m a Hater lyrics

Flocka!

Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your car
Yeah I'm a hater (Nigga) fuck your money
Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique
(Squad)

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

Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your car
Yeah I'm a hater (Nigga) fuck your money
Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique
(Squad)

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?
'Cause my life sucks and
It serves no purpose
I'm gonna fuck yours up to make shit worth it
Yeah, faggot, why the fuck do you have it?
Why the fuck don't I got it
And anyway? 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

Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your car
Yeah I'm a hater (Nigga) fuck your money
Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique
(Squad)

Time is money, you can die today Audemar
Niggas dribble like they forgot how
Much your body cost
I'm in the hood, no bodyguard
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