Haters

[Intro]
Yeah it’s Maggz, L-Tido
Keep talking about us man
You only making us more famous
We getting more chicks you dig
Let’s get ready Glitz Gang

[Verse 1: L-Tido]
These haters smile in my face and talk cheap behind my back
Don’t wanna see me grind and stack
They rather see me lying flat
On the ground getting pound I ain't lying that’s fact man
I’m shining on my neck, and got the J behind my back
And now I run in clubs and rip these chicks
Stay fresh and switch these kicks
Lace tracks and spit the spiff
Chase cheques and get these chips
I don’t give a fuck y’all can hate me
That shit just motivate me, keep my things or debate me
Do my shit and ignore the envy
I’m focused on my chips dude
I’m grinding like the Glitz crew
While you mutha fuckaz gossip like chicks do

[Chorus]
These haters talking
These haters keep on talking
These haters talking
These haters keep on talking
About me… me…
Keep on talking about me… me… me…

[Verse 2: Maggz]
When your money weak no one will come around
When you money heaps watch out oh wanna be down
So I keep cooking, they keep looking
Doubt our style but we keep on pushing
Sweet something how we crooking
These lively shows we booked in
So haters love haters smile never ever could they shook him
Or steal him when he moves hater I depend on you
To keep my fire burning, till I reach a higher earning
Till I keep heat wire burning, till you dudes retire learning
I ain't nothing to be fucked with no
From this rap to the budget no
So haters you can dub this flow,or I make moves upon that dough
Your squad is wack, I’m the heart of rap
While you waiting to get connected like a starter pack
I see these blazing and circulating like that karma black
So we invading fuck you hating you and your ghost track

[Chorus]
When paper talk haters walk but keep turning heads
They keep on watching while like ovens I keep burning bread
So save your talk for your broads what you earn instead
It’s not my fault that I floss and I’m firmer head
Forget your man baby ghetto son gon’ chill
You know I’m extra hot, hotter than that nandos meal
More kicks than the drum roll still
Still from the hood where the guns blow ill
More hits when I run these skills
And I dream big coz I run these hills

[Chorus]

Don’t give a damn about haters
Haters haters haters … yeah
I don t give a damn about them damn haters
No… no… no…
Haters haters..