Beelow

[Guy]
Damn bra, Im tellin ya
You can get that nigga, Man im tellin ya
[Other Guy]
Damn bra, you shoulda been told me that shit there
[Guy]
His house big, he stashing 10 million
[Other Guy]
How many? How much?
[Chorus: x1]
Man you gotta watch dem haters
Watch dem haters, watch dem haters
Man you gotta watch dem haters
You know they wanna see you fall
[Verse 1: Beelow]
I gots a million motherfuckers that is down on my team
But theres a few niggas that hate me,
Cause when I walk I bling bling
See thats the niggas I gots to try
Thats the niggas I rock-a-bye
Thats the niggas that gots to die, Show the killa in my eye
Why try to hate on something you cant control
And take a chance to catch a bullet, from head to yo ass hole
Why its always niggas that you know thats trying to do you in
I find myself busting at my own friends
Bitch made nigga with a smile on his face
"You my boy", "Thats my nigga"
You know what I say, "You gotta watch dem haters"
Its them niggas in yo town
"You gotta watch dem haters"
When you tryin to get own the mound
"You gotta watch dem haters"
Its not them niggas on the sideline
"You gotta watch dem haters"
Ya own boy a rob ya blind
Yungstar, Jackson, Junior or what
Just a pussy ass nigga trying to make a come up
Hopping from click to click or should i say dick to dick
You done spent to many days behind bars bitch
It aint my fault you got drunk and got yo fucking ass wiped
Now you walking round town always grunting and shit
You got beef speak up, dont be mumbling shit
Hard as hell behind close doors, just a second ballin click
We can speed this shit up, or we can slow this shit down
Either way Zuriel bring it we gone tear this bitch down
I hate you niggas with a passion, you can see it in my eyes
All playa haters i gotta rock a bye bye bye
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: ?]
Watch ya kis, watch ya house, slap ya hoe tell her watch ya mouth
Watch ya cars, watch ya gs, hide ya dope and hide ya weed
Watch da same nigga that be dappin ya down
Same nigga that be slappin ya round
Same nigga that be dabbing ya down
Same nigga that a cap ya down
99 haters, 99 cant fade us,
99 cant take us, Shit 99 cant break us
Fuck you haters, fuck you fakers, coward niggas yall cant take us
Fuck you haters, fuck you fakers, coward niggas yall cant break us
Wanna hate me cause I ride on chrome, hate me cause I ride alone
Hate me cause Im rolling on, Now hate me cause Ima send ya home
All you niggas got to die, stick a needle in my eye
Man, I aint gone tell no lie, these playa haters they must die
How the fuck these niggas gone tear me down
Buckin em up, Buckin em down
Fuckin that nigga hoe and hold em down
Fuck what you say Im top of the mound
I dont really wanna spill these nigga
I dont really wanna peal this nigga
I dont really wanna kill this nigga
Mama I aint kill that nigga
Yeah bitch I gotcha know
Yeah bitch I found ya now
Red beam I dotcha now
Pop, Pop, Pop dropcha now
Keep the nine on my side
Hmm, Im bout to ride
Keep the nine on my side
Die nigga die
[Verse 3: ?]
I keep a smoke in my coat
If niggas aint know, now they know
Put a fucking slug in yo throat behind my felonies it go
You fuck with my money, my dope, my weed, my cheese,
you fucking with me
Im keeping a eye up on these niggas and hoes
They wanna be in my clothes
They wanna be with my hoes, and mo
Wanna yank me out my party,
Wooday come get me and my souljas
Yall niggas aint fucking with no hoe
Get it on my mind bra
These niggas dont wanna test me
These niggas dont wanna test me
I put em to rest see
You see im a dog behind mine
Bitch Ima hog behind mine
Laying niggas down behind mine
Spraying niggas down behind mine
You see Im strictly bout my paper
I aint no motherfucking faker i keep a wathch on them haters
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4: ???]
When push come to shuv, man these niggas want me
Bitch I got it on my mind if you got PC
See Ill take it off ya motherfucking shoulder boy
I ride for my niggas and my hustlas, Magnolia boy
You fucking around, I peel yo ass like a fucking potato
Throw yo bitch ass in the grease, Yeah! thats how i like my haters
See I march nigga step on you big mouth punks
And Ill march nigga step if you fools got funk
Nineteen with six figures aint a dream no more
I step in the club with a tight ass bitch you aint seen before
And there they go, there they go with there hating before
But they dont know, they dont know Im bout to shut this bitch down
[Chorus x3]
[Beelow ends telling what a hater is]
[ Watch Dem Haters Lyrics ]