text: 808 Mafia
  Middle fingers up
  Flocka
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist
  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 wrist
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money
  Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad
  That nigga muggin like he hard or somethin
  Like he want his ex be like my broad or somethin, squad
  They say Im rappin like Im bout that
  I told em come and try nigga if they doubt that
  That fugazi ass chingy, he aint pop that 
  Thuggin like the 96 Pac back
  Aint no one-on-ones, if it was we should jump that
  BSM shawty, we kill all rats 
  Brrrat, ll these niggas asscheek
  If you ask me, these niggas lamb meat 
  Feed em to the wolves then
  Catch me by myself nigga, bet Im still dumpin
  Squad, squad, Flocka
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist
  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 wrist
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money
  Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad
  Umm hey fella, how you doin?
  Well Im doin bad and I hope your days ruined
  When youre on stage Im the one thats booing
  Cause I hate your guts, haha
  Ill be in the bushes lurkin
  While you live life so goddamn perfect
  Cause my life sucks, and it serves no purpose
  Im gonna fuck yours up to make shit worth it
  Faggot, why the fuck do you have it
  Why the fuck dont 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
  Ill 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
  Sucks cause Im your best friend, nigga
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist
  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 wrist
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money
  Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad
  Time is money, you can die today or tomorrow
  Niggas trippin like they forgot how much a body costs
  Im in the hood, nobody caught
  All the chains lookin like its fuckin Mardi Gras
  My top down, seat way back
  Disrespect the squad, get your face cracked
  DT youngins claiming bodies for your state tax
  Call the clean-up crew, no Ajax
  When Im wrong, Im still right, who gon say somethin?
  All that flexin like my youngins wont take somethin
  DGBSM, we gon shake somethin
  Potato on the barrel, watch me bake somethin
  Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist
  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 wrist
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car
  Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money
  Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad