F The Haters

Producer Tag (Danny EB)
Danny EB Beat
The Producer

Intro
Fuck The Haters
YDV
G-Up
Yuh

Verse 1
Listen up, all you haters look like bitches
Hide behind a phone cause you know I’ll give you stitches
Y’all are outta line like water to fishes
Y’all are more annoying that hard to reach inches
All you bitches mad that I made a quick stack
You pussy out of fights and then try to change facts
You mad cause I’m on, oh you’re not? Just a tad?
I am international, oh you’re getting mad?
It’s YDV, G-Up, Xpert and Poet
We seen the money tree and decided to grow it
Y’all are fumblin, then you had cause you blow it
We are stupid on, you’re disgusted to know it
Yuh
You mad I get more bitches than you
I snatch em at the party, they ain’t comin to you
Spend it make it back, swear it’s just what I do
You say that you’re the best but I’m coming for you
Break a band like the Beatles
Then she dance, that’s what she do
Broken heart? I ain’t mean to
Penetrate like a needle
On my wrist, that is ice
For the fame, sacrifice
Make her dance, did it thrice
Bitches want me, cause I am on
In my closet, Saint Laurent
So robotic, Cybertron
Call up Edwin for that bomb

Verse 2
Gucci shirt on, SL on the belt
Sun’s Up on the heat, be careful you’ll melt
When I’m on the beat, the heat will get felt
I’m climbing to the top, where you at?
Oh you fell
Me against the world with my middle finger up
Fuck the chasers, straight liquor in my cup
Moon falling on the Haters, the sun is coming up
Fuckin with the crew, you already know what is up
Gettin all these rings like I’m Saturn
12-hour shifts, really need some power
Bitches in my basement ragin off the powder
Ain’t expect a rose when she said touch her flower
The beat is fucking crazy when it isn’t made by Skrazey
I may go hard, but I gave the bitch a baby
She asked if I’m down, I gave the bitch a maybe
Swear I pulled out but my vision’s kind of hazy
Called up Melanie, and asked what’s the problem
She said she’ll call her label, and ask em to solve em
Then she flip flop, keep your song, ain’t a problem
Still went fucking Silver, but taken by Golum
KevinK is my plug, I put him in the socket
Gravy Train on the way, got some stuff in my pocket
Eclipse on the way, cause the stuff I am droppin
Ain’t scared of no bitches, only scared of flopping

Outro
Pockets getting fatter, swear I’m living lavish
Bitches talkin shit, and I’m whipping out my savage
Exceeded expectations, you’re still below my average
Luke already knows, getting green, not no cabbage
3 EPs, 3 for 3 like I am the Lakers
I’m a fucking pillar, y’all are fucking placers
Eat her fucking pussy till my fucking face hurts
Fuck the haters