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You know the fuck I hate B, you
When I be riding clean no tints and I pull up
You dig, and I and I be like

Hater, what you at?
What you at?
Hater, what you at?
you looking at?

Go and get paper stacks
Get some paper
Hater, what you at?
you looking at?

Hater, you looking at?
What you at?
Hater, you looking at?
What you at?

Go and get some stack
Get some paper
Hater, what you at?

Freaky, freaked on the stroll, caked on the
Shit, a wrist chain big man props
Back out the imp, put it to his
(Hater, what you looking at, what you at?)

Pistol whip him said, "Hater, now at that"
You no freak, big boss half lunatic
Girl magnet, pop shit his hooligans
cracked, trips, Autobenz, Giovanni rims

Click big whip, new card, hop a train
Whip thru' the honk shorty hoppin' it
Gonna run a train, yea, me and poppin'
Dipset popping, tell when we

club stopping, all girls jocking
Watch how we pop bud, get it rocking
Freak style lambo, you dodgin'
be in love, gifts car seats and carpet

Hater, what you at?
you looking at?
Hater, what you at?
you looking at?

Go and get some paper
Get some paper
Hater, what you at?
What you at?

Hater, what you at?
you looking at?
Hater, what you at?
you looking at?

Go and get some paper
Get some paper
Hater, what you at?
you looking at?

I'm looking sharper a razor
Smoking on some haze, low pro
Chopping on blades
Two tones dash, panoramic tops
Coming down the block, bet you all the jock

Yeah, I ride so dirty but I shine so
Candy on the chevi, that so clean
Swinging does, banging hoes, doing my
80 on my neck that ching-a-ling

Yeah, I see you in the streets, looking like
Cloudy ass diamonds, storm jewels
Fuck nigga, don't trip, my fours you holler
Candy paint gators, the Impala

Hater, you looking at?
What you at?
Hater, you looking at?
you looking at?

Go and get some paper
Get some stacks
Hater, you looking at?
you looking at?

Hater, what you at?
What you at?
Hater, you looking at?
you looking at?

Go and get paper stack
Get some paper
Hater, what you at?
What you at?

I'm a first class hitter, you in coach arm pits
cold sinner, got the heat when I'm flossin'
Hold up your horses, your boy and his
His and be cautious
Don't wanna see none of ya'll stiff in the

North gate, flossing, the way I left all
You they got extorted
president, 7 figure office, checks on the
Respect how we morph
The streets to the desk, and we all off so

Go and get some paper
Get some paper
Don't wanna be the that sped off
And let the dirt hit

Hater, you looking at?
you looking at?
Hater, what you at?
What you at?

Go and get some paper
Get paper stacks
Hater, what you at?
you looking at?

Hater, you looking at?
What you at?
Hater, what you at?
What you at?

Go and get paper stacks
Get some stacks
Hater, what you at?
you lookin' at?