"Haters" lyrics
The fuck is y'all niggas so scared about?
We kill a cocksucker, we don't care about
The cops wanna know y'all whereabouts (Nope)
We in it to win it, this shit is not a game
Get in the way of the thing, I'ma aim it at your brain, bang-bang
Max B, nigga, I came to bring the pain
I dare a nigga to call my bluff if he think it's a game
I'm a street nigga, nah, dog, not a beef nigga (Nope)
Short sleeves, help me reach for the piece quicker (Yeah)
That was just a whole clip I released in ya (Uh)
Let the G4 skeet 'til the fleet's in ya
I pray for his hate, Lord, keep the peace in 'em (Peace)
I spray for his face, Lord, keep the meats in 'em (Meats)
That boy Max got a lot of treats in 'em (Yeah)
But can he make the transition with the streets in 'em?
You was the shit (Shit), where all your spark go? (What happened?)
First round, and still on the bench like Darko (Uh, still in it)
Fuck with me, I put your face in the charcoal
Hop in the Cadillac, escape with your cargo, uh
Fuck a car show, I'll give you a gun show
Show you how the guns work, show you how the guns squirt
I don't like you, but I'm feeling your moms though
Take one of her kidneys, and sell it to Alonzo
This is goin' out (Ow, yeah) to all them haters (Goin' out)
Eat a dick now, save some for later (Motherfucker)
This is goin' out (Ow) to all them haters (Don't hate on me)
It's impossible to stop Max Paper
This is goin' out to all them haters (ByrdGang)
Eat a dick now, save some for later (Oh yeah)
This is goin' out (Uh) to all them haters
It's impossible to stop Max Paper (Ow)
How many niggas you know get the hemp through?
Max ain't that nigga you just skim through
Throw the emblem on the sweats and the Timbs to (Timbs to)
Drop my CD the same day as pimp juice (Same day)
Block like the car show, bring your Bent through (Bring your Bent)
Bring the haze and the Remy, and the friend too (Yeah)
I let the strap on the INF loose
Used to be 7:30, now a nigga Ten-two (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I take your girl from you, doggy
The one that put the Gucci and the Perla on you, doggy
Hop in the grey Lex, top it with great sex
Treat her like dirt, then I start docking her paychecks (Yeah, uh)
I'm the black Ben Affleck (Affleck)
Music, movies, I live in the fast track (Fast track, man)
All I need is a O and I'm lax with that (All I need, man)
I could fall off, get back on the map with that (Map with that)
Take your dame, take her back to the track with that
And make her grind 'til the back of her back will crack (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a hustler, baby (Hustler)
And I could never hate, I got love for your babies (Never)
Now this is goin' out (Ow) to all them haters (Yeah)
Eat a dick now, save some for later
This is goin' out (Ow) to all them haters (Y'all can eat a dick, man)
It's impossible to stop Max Paper
This is goin' out (Uh) to all them haters (Yeah)
Eat a dick now, save some for later
This is goin' out to all them haters
It's impossible to stop Max Paper (They get on my shit, ow)
It's the young city slicker (Yeah), flows gritty and quicker (Yeah)
Flow silly and sicker, hoes pretty and thicker (Yeah)
I could breeze off, come back, get her to lick her (Yeah)
Knock the weed off, come back, get her the liquor (Uh-huh, yeah)
I could get her to hit ya (Uh-huh)
Squirt 'fore your guts, I could get her to fix ya (Uh-huh)
Junked it on her butt, tryna get in her sister
Thirst for a cup, I'ma get her to pitcher, uh
I'm loving the bitches, I'm loving the game, it's great
I'm loving the riches, I'm loving the fame, it's great
I struggle with snitches, they hugging the game, it's hate
These industry niggas is fucking the game, it's rape
Yeah, I don't do it the same way (Nope)
Fall back, switch it up, or do it the gang way
All that, mix it up, 'tool that, your brain spray
Most rap dudes in the game gay (Gay)
This is goin' out (Ow) to all them haters (Ah, man)
Eat a dick now, save some for later
This is goin' out to all them haters (This the rhythm)
It's impossible to stop Max Paper
This is goin' out (Uh) to all them haters
Eat a dick now, save some for later
This is goin' out (Uh) to all them haters
It's impossible to stop Max Paper, ow
Yeah, you ready?
I don't think they ready
Gang ways for life
Million Dollar Baby 2
Max B, DJ Lazy K, ow
Fall back
We kill a cocksucker, we don't care about
The cops wanna know y'all whereabouts (Nope)
We in it to win it, this shit is not a game
Get in the way of the thing, I'ma aim it at your brain, bang-bang
Max B, nigga, I came to bring the pain
I dare a nigga to call my bluff if he think it's a game
I'm a street nigga, nah, dog, not a beef nigga (Nope)
Short sleeves, help me reach for the piece quicker (Yeah)
That was just a whole clip I released in ya (Uh)
Let the G4 skeet 'til the fleet's in ya
I pray for his hate, Lord, keep the peace in 'em (Peace)
I spray for his face, Lord, keep the meats in 'em (Meats)
That boy Max got a lot of treats in 'em (Yeah)
But can he make the transition with the streets in 'em?
You was the shit (Shit), where all your spark go? (What happened?)
First round, and still on the bench like Darko (Uh, still in it)
Fuck with me, I put your face in the charcoal
Hop in the Cadillac, escape with your cargo, uh
Fuck a car show, I'll give you a gun show
Show you how the guns work, show you how the guns squirt
I don't like you, but I'm feeling your moms though
Take one of her kidneys, and sell it to Alonzo
This is goin' out (Ow, yeah) to all them haters (Goin' out)
Eat a dick now, save some for later (Motherfucker)
This is goin' out (Ow) to all them haters (Don't hate on me)
It's impossible to stop Max Paper
This is goin' out to all them haters (ByrdGang)
Eat a dick now, save some for later (Oh yeah)
This is goin' out (Uh) to all them haters
It's impossible to stop Max Paper (Ow)
How many niggas you know get the hemp through?
Max ain't that nigga you just skim through
Throw the emblem on the sweats and the Timbs to (Timbs to)
Drop my CD the same day as pimp juice (Same day)
Block like the car show, bring your Bent through (Bring your Bent)
Bring the haze and the Remy, and the friend too (Yeah)
I let the strap on the INF loose
Used to be 7:30, now a nigga Ten-two (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I take your girl from you, doggy
The one that put the Gucci and the Perla on you, doggy
Hop in the grey Lex, top it with great sex
Treat her like dirt, then I start docking her paychecks (Yeah, uh)
I'm the black Ben Affleck (Affleck)
Music, movies, I live in the fast track (Fast track, man)
All I need is a O and I'm lax with that (All I need, man)
I could fall off, get back on the map with that (Map with that)
Take your dame, take her back to the track with that
And make her grind 'til the back of her back will crack (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a hustler, baby (Hustler)
And I could never hate, I got love for your babies (Never)
Now this is goin' out (Ow) to all them haters (Yeah)
Eat a dick now, save some for later
This is goin' out (Ow) to all them haters (Y'all can eat a dick, man)
It's impossible to stop Max Paper
This is goin' out (Uh) to all them haters (Yeah)
Eat a dick now, save some for later
This is goin' out to all them haters
It's impossible to stop Max Paper (They get on my shit, ow)
It's the young city slicker (Yeah), flows gritty and quicker (Yeah)
Flow silly and sicker, hoes pretty and thicker (Yeah)
I could breeze off, come back, get her to lick her (Yeah)
Knock the weed off, come back, get her the liquor (Uh-huh, yeah)
I could get her to hit ya (Uh-huh)
Squirt 'fore your guts, I could get her to fix ya (Uh-huh)
Junked it on her butt, tryna get in her sister
Thirst for a cup, I'ma get her to pitcher, uh
I'm loving the bitches, I'm loving the game, it's great
I'm loving the riches, I'm loving the fame, it's great
I struggle with snitches, they hugging the game, it's hate
These industry niggas is fucking the game, it's rape
Yeah, I don't do it the same way (Nope)
Fall back, switch it up, or do it the gang way
All that, mix it up, 'tool that, your brain spray
Most rap dudes in the game gay (Gay)
This is goin' out (Ow) to all them haters (Ah, man)
Eat a dick now, save some for later
This is goin' out to all them haters (This the rhythm)
It's impossible to stop Max Paper
This is goin' out (Uh) to all them haters
Eat a dick now, save some for later
This is goin' out (Uh) to all them haters
It's impossible to stop Max Paper, ow
Yeah, you ready?
I don't think they ready
Gang ways for life
Million Dollar Baby 2
Max B, DJ Lazy K, ow
Fall back
