Waka Flocka Flame
I’ma Hata
[Intro: DJ Drama & Waka Flocka Flame]
808 Mafia
Middle fingers up
Flocka

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrist
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your money
Fuck your car n***a, fuck your clique
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrist
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your car
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your money
N***a fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
That n***a muggin' like he hard or somethin'
Like he want his ex be like my broad or somethin', squad
They say I'm rappin' like I'm 'bout that
I told 'em come and try n***a if they doubt that
That fugazi ass chingy, he ain't pop that (squad)
Thuggin' like the '96 Pac back
Ain't no one-on-ones, if it was we should jump that
BSM shawty, we kill all rats (Salute)
Brrrat, ll these n***as asscheek (Hahaha)
If you ask me, these n***as lamb meat (What we do?)
Feed 'em to the wolves then
Catch me by myself n***a, bet I'm still dumpin'
Squad, squad, Flocka
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrist
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your money
Fuck your car n***a, fuck your clique
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrist
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your car
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your money
N***a fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Umm hey fella, how you doin'?
Well I'm doin' bad and I hope your day's ruined
When you're on stage I'm the one that's booing
'Cause I hate your guts, haha (Yeah)
I'll be in the bushes lurkin'
While you live life so goddamn perfect
'Cause my life sucks, and it serves no purpose
I'm gonna fuck yours up to make shit worth it (Yeah)
Faggot, why the fuck do you have it
Why the fuck don't I got it, and any way I can stop it, is perfect
Fuck your moms, dead homies, the bitch you sleep with
Fuck your food, the protein in it, that fork you eat with
I'll have your wife beat dick, get pregnant
And then make you think that it's yours
Now that's the real definition of sneak diss
I'm Silky Johnson's left hand, coming like the next trend
Sucks 'cause I'm your best friend, n***a (Yeah)
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrist
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your money
Fuck your car n***a, fuck your clique
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrist
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your car
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your money (Squad)
N***a fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad (D-S-G-Oh)

[Verse 3: Derez De'Shon]
Time is money, you can die today or tomorrow
N***as trippin' like they forgot how much a body costs (Chea)
I'm in the hood, nobody caught (Uh-uh)
All the chains lookin' like it's fuckin' Mardi Gras
My top down (Down), seat way back
Disrespect the squad (Squad), get your face cracked (Bow)
DT youngins claiming bodies for your state tax (For nothin' n***a)
Call the clean-up crew, no Ajax
When I'm wrong, I'm still right, who gon' say somethin'? (Who?)
All that flexin' like my youngins won't take somethin' (Skrrt)
DGBSM, we gon shake somethin' (Squad)
Potato on the barrel, watch me bake somethin' (Yeah)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrist
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your money
Fuck your car n***a, fuck your clique
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrist
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your car
Yeah I'm a hater, n***a fuck your money
N***a fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad