This one’s here for my haters
This one’s here for my youngers that stay up in O-T chasing this paper
This ones here for them girls that listen to nothing but trappers and cakers
I said, how could you hate it?
I’m young and paid babe so, how could you hate it?
I’m bout to, hop in my spaceship you can’t even chase it my engines like racing

How can you hate the kid?
I’m getting paid you pricks
I was doing nightshifts in the rain and shit
Till I, got me a runner and I paid the kid
I used to slap his head back, when he was late for shifts
Now he goes Harrods, to get labeled bits
And I couldn’t tell you why they been hating me
Probably cos I got them baby mothers dating me
Don’t watch that her kids ain’t my babies g
And on the first night, she had to stay with me
But I got it open early like a bakery
You can’t lack on them roads for them paigons g
You can’t hear bout a fuckboy chasing me
Cos I’m bringing the Shh to get from A to B
I’m convoyed up so feds ain’t catching me
I gotta stay low when I’m chasing p’s cos I heard these fuck n***as wanna hate on me

This ones here for my haters
This ones here for my youngers that stay up in O-T chasin this paper
This ones here for them girls that listen to nothin but trappers and cakers
I said, how could you hate it?
I’m young and paid babe so, how could you hate it?
I’m bout to, hop in my spaceship you can’t even chase it my engines like racing
I remember when I never had a penny
Now all my little haters wanna see me on the tele
Fuck n***as be ready
Cos one thing bout LD when he steps in Balenci you know he steps heavy
I’m smoking Gelato, biscotti too deadly
He still got smoked and he was whammer then mefty
Talking bout bread like the whites I get plenty
I make BD search your yard for the belly
A shoe box holds like 30 stacks
I was in the flats tryna, earn me that
I stacked a little 20 and I blew some stacks
So I’m steady sending text’s tryna earn it back
The plug got jerked for 1000 grams
My African n***a said his Lyca banged
So I gave him a two’s on the, pounded yam
Man he never said nothing bout ...?


This one’s here for my haters
This ones here for my youngers that stay up in O-T chasin this paper
This ones here for them girls that listen to nothin but trappers and cakers
I said, how could you hate it?
I’m young and paid babe so, how could you hate it?
I’m bout to, hop in my spaceship you can’t even chase it my engines like racing