Fuck you haters by Baby Rica Lyrics
Talk: Yall already know Baby rica up in this bit
Shout out to my fam
One nation production
Yea we in this bit
Squad! Squad!
[Verse 1:Baby Rica]
Murder.. Disorder
Choppa spraying it gone bust ya
Rica...gone torture
Killing the scene when walk through the door
You crying ...for your mother
Peon Lil nigga I swear you a busta
All of my squad got the smokas
Fuck with us then we might choke ya
Petty bitches all in my flow yea
I'll never try to trust em
Aye..One nation in it again
Go and tell all of your friends
We dabbin the trenz
Killing our wrist
We freestylin shit
And b's tryna come up in the rapping game?
Bribing all the producers...trynna make his song vine famous
This nigga talking bout a bar
Nigga you lame
Gold up on me ...yes it hang
Never ever been stained
All about that the gang
C dale that's my middle name
Run up on imma flame
Watching my back for the hating traits
Yea.. ooo so you know that im coming outside
So why i gotta pull the 9?
Shining bright like some slim
Mama said she on her grind
That MY best friend til I die
Look at my ear your eye might fall out
Your diamond dingy... u need a timeout
Put on my coat then kick him out
Stitch on the mission he gone blast ya mouth
Hide all the op?
Say a nigga ain't gone find out
Abort you bitches from the time that you form
My circle is smaller than a button
FAM first then money options
Racks on racks just like a closet
Ugh!
[Verse 1:King Z]
Get more top then a bottle cap
Bullets bout to make him take a nap
I'm the real nigga thats about life
Get down wrong make your body clap
Clapping shit like a stage crowd
Niggas knowing that its going down
Real niggas just move in silence
So i walk around without a sound
Now i lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord the lord my soul to keep
Catch a nigga slippin bet that shotty knock him off his feet
Like a lightning strike we straight shocking
Counting gwop, straight pistol cocking
Just hit a stain got the flows dropping
Straight stuffing bags like a Christmas stocking
Got the plan to be the man
Real nigga mic in my hand
Smoking shit on that neverland
Got me feeling like peter pan
We the trillest rappers in the game
All i want is fame
Haters are my motivators
Bitch you recognize the gang
On my knees praying Ion see no penitentiary
All my enemies tryna take away my energy
King Z I'm a beast
I'm the dog without the leash
For my nigga nigga we bumpin shit
Got more bombs than the middle east( squad)
[Verse 2:Baby Rica]
My heart cold like a frosty
Suge knight stomp you will never ever stop me
You better hop have you jumping like you kris kross
Bitch ass boy always calling cops
Fuck yo life up have yo body with a doc
Just a random ass nigga that was born by mistake
You will never be me
I scrap the dinner off ya plate
You starvin ass ass boy
You lying ass boy
You never had the chance to compare ass boy
To the squad the blogs exposing ass boy
You a mf toy
Your damn career is a whore
And this dusty ass bitch that's craving
Saying that she Want more
[Verse 2:King Z]
I'm chillin with my squad i got a 45
I got slugs for you bitches
Bout to let them pussies slide
Already know wassup
When it comes to rapping i'm a straight savage
Fuck nigga love to talk shit
Til his body laying stiff in a casket
My squad just took a win
While them other nigga just took a lost
God forgive me for my sins
Cause i'm living like a muthafucking boss
Dont play around when it comes to rapping
Bitches know wassup
Tell Larvel run up he gone get his short ass stomped (Bitch)
(shoutouts)
Shout out to my fam
One nation production
Yea we in this bit
Squad! Squad!
[Verse 1:Baby Rica]
Murder.. Disorder
Choppa spraying it gone bust ya
Rica...gone torture
Killing the scene when walk through the door
You crying ...for your mother
Peon Lil nigga I swear you a busta
All of my squad got the smokas
Fuck with us then we might choke ya
Petty bitches all in my flow yea
I'll never try to trust em
Aye..One nation in it again
Go and tell all of your friends
We dabbin the trenz
Killing our wrist
We freestylin shit
And b's tryna come up in the rapping game?
Bribing all the producers...trynna make his song vine famous
This nigga talking bout a bar
Nigga you lame
Gold up on me ...yes it hang
Never ever been stained
All about that the gang
C dale that's my middle name
Run up on imma flame
Watching my back for the hating traits
Yea.. ooo so you know that im coming outside
So why i gotta pull the 9?
Shining bright like some slim
Mama said she on her grind
That MY best friend til I die
Look at my ear your eye might fall out
Your diamond dingy... u need a timeout
Put on my coat then kick him out
Stitch on the mission he gone blast ya mouth
Hide all the op?
Say a nigga ain't gone find out
Abort you bitches from the time that you form
My circle is smaller than a button
FAM first then money options
Racks on racks just like a closet
Ugh!
[Verse 1:King Z]
Get more top then a bottle cap
Bullets bout to make him take a nap
I'm the real nigga thats about life
Get down wrong make your body clap
Clapping shit like a stage crowd
Niggas knowing that its going down
Real niggas just move in silence
So i walk around without a sound
Now i lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord the lord my soul to keep
Catch a nigga slippin bet that shotty knock him off his feet
Like a lightning strike we straight shocking
Counting gwop, straight pistol cocking
Just hit a stain got the flows dropping
Straight stuffing bags like a Christmas stocking
Got the plan to be the man
Real nigga mic in my hand
Smoking shit on that neverland
Got me feeling like peter pan
We the trillest rappers in the game
All i want is fame
Haters are my motivators
Bitch you recognize the gang
On my knees praying Ion see no penitentiary
All my enemies tryna take away my energy
King Z I'm a beast
I'm the dog without the leash
For my nigga nigga we bumpin shit
Got more bombs than the middle east( squad)
[Verse 2:Baby Rica]
My heart cold like a frosty
Suge knight stomp you will never ever stop me
You better hop have you jumping like you kris kross
Bitch ass boy always calling cops
Fuck yo life up have yo body with a doc
Just a random ass nigga that was born by mistake
You will never be me
I scrap the dinner off ya plate
You starvin ass ass boy
You lying ass boy
You never had the chance to compare ass boy
To the squad the blogs exposing ass boy
You a mf toy
Your damn career is a whore
And this dusty ass bitch that's craving
Saying that she Want more
[Verse 2:King Z]
I'm chillin with my squad i got a 45
I got slugs for you bitches
Bout to let them pussies slide
Already know wassup
When it comes to rapping i'm a straight savage
Fuck nigga love to talk shit
Til his body laying stiff in a casket
My squad just took a win
While them other nigga just took a lost
God forgive me for my sins
Cause i'm living like a muthafucking boss
Dont play around when it comes to rapping
Bitches know wassup
Tell Larvel run up he gone get his short ass stomped (Bitch)
(shoutouts)