text: Flocka!
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money
  Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your money
  Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique 
  That nigga muggin like he hard or something
  Like he wanna touch me like my brother’s son
  Squad!
  They say Im rapping like Im bout that
  I tell em come and try nigga if they doubt that 
  Devil daisy hats, chaimy chi, pop that 
  Thuggin like the 96 Pac back 
  Aint no 1 on 1s, to feel once we just jump back
  B-S-M shawty we kill all rats
  BRAAT
  All these niggas ass cheek
  If you ask me, these niggas lab me 
  Feed em to the wolves then
  Catch me by myself nigga better still dead
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money
  Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your money
  Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique 
  Umm, hey fellow how ya doin? Well I’m doin bad and I hope your days ruined
  When youre on stage Im the one that’s booin cause I hate your guts, hehe
  I be in the bushes lurking, why you live your life so Goddamn perfect?
  Cause my life sucks and it serves no purpose, Im gonna fuck yours up to make shit worth it
  Yeah, faggot, why the fuck do you have it?
  Why the fuck dont I got it and anyway? I could stop it
  Is perfect, fuck your moms, dead homies and bitch you sleep with
  Fuck yo food, the protein in it, and fork you eat with
  Now have your wife beat dick, get pregnant and then make you think that
  Its yours, now thats the real definition of sneak diss
  Im Silky Johnsons left hand, coming like the next trend
  It sucks cause Im your best friend, nigga
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money
  Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your money
  Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique 
  Time is money, you can die today Audemar
  Niggas dribble like they forgot how much your body cost
  Im in the hood, no bodyguard
  All these chains lookin like its fuckin Mardi Gras
  My top down, seat way back
  Dont respect the squad – get your face cracked
  DT young is kinda bad, thats why you stay tat
  Cal the cleanup crew, no A chance
  Wait hold on Im still white, who gon say something?
  All that fessils like my youngins wont fake something
  DGBSM, we gon shake somethin
  Potato on my belt, watch me bake something