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yfg fatso - i.h.a.h “i hate all haters” lyrics

[intro]
spaz, come on
frr, frr, come on, come on, come on
yeah, 8 block, princeton, you know what the f+ck we bleed, come on (dxnte, you snapped on this one)
yeah, you know how the f+ck we, uh
come on, it’s goski, n+gga

[chorus]
we’ll create an issue and step on a n+gga, you don’t want nothin’ with us (come on, come on)
i’m clappin’ the ar pistol, the drac’ a missile, the four+nick’ cuttin’ him up (frr, glaow, glaow)
she braggin’ about her whistle, but that sh+t huff, she couldn’t even make me nut (she couldn’t even do it)
drivin’ and glidin’ the amg, we ridin’, this ain’t no straight+eight truck (aw, man)
the glock wеnt bust, it’s blood dried, it’s blood ties to f+ck with us (you know what it is)
just keep on hittin’ his head, wе makin’ him die, bro, i can’t even let him get up (ayy, keep on shootin’)
keep on hittin’ the trigger, i need this n+gga, i don’t think i got him enough (just keep on shootin’)
they give y’all them lies, y’all brain fried, but we know who got touched (you know what we doin’)

[verse]
i got this sh+t on lock (come on)
n+gga, my lil’ brother a king (for real)
my money done came a knot, so i’m makin’ a lot, they ain’t wantin’ a thing (they ain’t)
keep d+ck ridin’ my opps, but don’t get dropped tryna pick up the wrong team (don’t do it, don’t do it)
this sh+t hot, that stoppin’ point we not at, you shouldn’t have said a thing (you shouldn’t have never did it)
the b+tton on the back go, “frr,” i’ll lift one up to kareem (come on)
i’m freddy whenever i’m ready, if this sh+t heavy, i’m comin’ inside your dream (i’m all up in there)
gravedigger, shovels and foenem ready to step on a n+gga and clean (come on, come on)
this is not no fire drill, lil’ b+tch, my voice ain’t nothin’ like v
we ain’t makin’ no diss, we just clappin’ the opps, they ain’t doin’ a lot (aw, man)
they be tellin’ me chill, i can’t ever chill, they know i be shootin’ a lot (know that i am)
who you know sixteen with all of this green? they know i be doin’ a lot (ain’t n0body like it)
i’m a still a hot n+gga, whole time i need stopped, n+gga, do it was way too hot
we ready to k!ll anybody, we comin’ to pop, n+gga, we finna press your block (come on)
i run in his door, my gun, i ain’t tryna give you a pun, but i’m finna knock (come on, come on)
i’m clappin’ her out her socks (come on, come on)
she throw back, never stop (facts)
hold up your wrist or somethin’ (uh+huh)
this glock got, frr, frr
this glock got a switch or somethin’ (uh+huh)
boy, them boys b+tch as f+ck
they started it up with lil’ reap ‘nem, they ain’t gon’ end that, they shouldn’t have did it with us (why not?)
we don’t inherit no beef, n+gga, we ain’t gettin’ into that, stop tryna kick it with us (okay, okay)
i’m back in that focus again, the 23 pickin’ him up (it is)
she tryna play like a friend, it’s all pretend, she only had did it to f+ck (she only want d+ck)
crime makers and we grind babies, i’m in my prime, look up (for real, for real)
we had him cryin’ and shakin’, he shouldn’t have been actin’ like that, why he playin’ so tough? (why you playin’ your role?)
you say you don’t roll no delta, but all of that sh+t that you smokin’ is huff
one of them mention my name, i’m bringin’ the pain, on gang, i’m puttin ’em up (come on, come on)
most of you n+ggas is lame, y’all only wanna be with the gang ’cause we goin’ up (y’all chasin’ the clout)
i got this sh+t in my chain, for real, for real, my name, i’m holdin’ it up (i’m holdin’ it out)
[chorus]
we’ll create an issue and step on a n+gga, you don’t want nothin’ with us (we steppin’ up)
i’m clappin’ the ar pistol, the drac’ a missile, the four+nick’ cuttin’ him up (come on, come on)
she braggin’ about her whistle, but that sh+t huff, she couldn’t even make me nut (spaz, spaz)
drivin’ and glidin’ the amg, we ridin’, this ain’t no straight+eight truck (aw, man)
the glock went bust, it’s blood dried, it’s blood ties to f+ck with us (you know what it is)
just keep on hittin’ his head, we makin’ him die, bro, i can’t even let him get up (ayy, keep on shootin’)
keep on hittin’ the trigger, i need this n+gga, i don’t think i got him enough (just keep on shootin’)
they give y’all them lies, y’all brain fried, but we know who got touched (you know what we doin’)

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