Watch Dem Haters Lyrics

Watch Dem Haters lyrics

[Guy]



Damn bra, I'm tellin' ya



You can get that nigga, Man i'm 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: 1x



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 that's the niggas I gots to try



That's the niggas I rock-a-bye



That's the niggas that gots to die, Show the killa in my eye



Why try to hate on something you can't control



And take a chance to catch a bullet,from head to yo ass hole



Why it's always niggas that you know that's 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", "That's my nigga"



You know what I say, "You gotta watch dem haters"



It's them niggas in yo town



"You gotta watch dem haters"



When you tryin' to get own the mound



"You gotta watch dem haters"



It's 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 ain't 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, don't 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 repeats 2x







Verse 2: [?]







Watch ya ki's, watch ya house, slap ya hoe tell her watch ya mouth



Watch ya cars, watch ya g's, 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 can't fade us,



99 can't take us, Shit 99 can't break us



Fuck you haters, fuck you fakers, coward niggas ya'll can't take us



Fuck you haters, fuck you fakers, coward niggas ya'll can't break us



Wanna hate me cause I ride on chrome, hate me cause I ride alone



Hate me cause I'm rolling on, Now hate me cause I'ma send ya home



All you nigga's got to die, stick a needle in my eye



Man, I ain't 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 I'm top of the mound



I don't really wanna spill these nigga



I don't really wanna peal this nigga



I don't really wanna kill this nigga



Mama I ain't kill that nigga



Yeah bitch I gotcha know



Yeah bitch I found ya now



Red beam I dot'cha now



Pop, Pop, Pop drop'cha now



Keep the nine on my side



Hmm, I'm bout to ride



Keep the nine on my side



Die nigga die







Verse 3: [?]







I keep a smoke in my coat



If niggas ain't 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



I'm 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 soulja's



Ya'll niggas ain't fucking with no hoe



Get it on my mind bra



These niggas don't wanna test me



These niggas don't wanna test me



I put 'em to rest see



You see i'm a dog behind mine



Bitch I'ma hog behind mine



Laying niggas down behind mine



Spraying niggas down behind mine



You see I'm strictly bout my paper



I ain't no motherfucking faker i keep a wathch on them haters







Chorus repeats 2x







Verse 4: ???







When push come to shuv,man these niggas want me



Bitch I got it on my mind if you got PC



See I'll take it off ya motherfucking shoulder boy



I ride for my niggas and my hustla's, 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 I'll march nigga step if you fools got funk



Nineteen with six figures ain't a dream no more



I step in the club with a tight ass bitch you ain't seen before



And there they go, there they go with there hating before



But they don't know, they don't know I'm 'boutto shut this bitch down







Chorus repeats 3x







[Beelow ends telling what a hater is]