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Come on. These haters got me, these haters got Me fucked up. Look, these haters got me, these Haters got me fucked up. They gon' make a nigga, gon' make a nigga Gun bust. They gon' make a nigga, gon' make A nigga gun bust. Look, these haters got me, These haters got fucked up. Look, these haters got me, these haters got me Fucked up. They gon' make a nigga, gon' make A nigga bust. They gon' make a nigga, Gon' make a nigga bust. Yeah, these 'cause I'm too stuck, too stuck. Ain't no other way, uh-uh. I just come to play, uh-uh. Bills from the Bay, bitch. Nigga, check it in, check it in. Play it 'til the end. I let a hater do they job, they can Never win. Ain't nothing fake love, fake. Nothing but fake hugs, fake. Nothing but fake smiles, look at all them haters, I catch a down band anywhere. They love to see a nigga down, nigga, and It's worse. It's like a curse, like some bitches With a purse. I shit on a hater, let Them bitches know my worth, they know my worth. Yeah, it can get you murked, murked. Yeah, it can get you hurt, Hate now a Nigga mad 'cause they couldn't make it. I know why you mad, 'Cause all my bitches Bad, all your bitches trash, okay. And all I blow is gas, okay. All I get is cash, You done spent your Last. No, you don't get a pass, nigga, with Your hating ass. I know why you mad, Mad. 'Cause all my bitches bad, And all your Bitches trash, okay. And all I blow is gas, Okay. All I get is cash, You done spent Your last. No, you don't get a pass, nigga, With your hating ass.