New Haters Lyrics – SCY Jimm
Singer: SCY Jimm
Title: New Haters
〈intro〉
Big scy sh#t, n#gg#
Ayy, f#ck a n#gg# (heavy motion)
Glaow, n#gg# know—
〈chorus〉
Ayy, young n#gg# havin’ motion, every day, it’s a new hater
n#gg# ain’t give me sh#t, f#ck it, b#tch, i’m out of favors (on gang)
Ayy, bruh, he keep that bub, he got that za, all kind of flavors (ayy, oh, yeah)
I ain’t even gotta watch football to know i don’t f#ck with the raiders (on gang)
f#ck n#gg#, keep on watchin’ me, we gon’ cut off your cable (glaow, glaow, glaow)
You ain’t tryna run up this gwop with me, you can’t sit at my table
Same b#tches ain’t wanna talk with me, i’m puttin’ dick all in their navel (ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh)
Every day we smokin’ trees, how the f#ck we ran up so much paper?
〈verse〉
And i been sippin’ drank for a lil’ minute now (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I remember i ain’t have no money, but we got plenty now
Said he want smoke, know it ain’t sh#t, b#tch, wе got plenty fire (on gang)
n#gg# lookin’ wrong, i’ma up this blick, that go for anybody (f#ck n#gg#)
Strapped up likе i’m rambo (ayy), b#tch, i ain’t never runnin’ out of ammo
We was just broke as f#ck now we hittin’ the block in scats and lambos
In the streets like sesame, b#tch, this ain’t no elmo
I ain’t never ‘flaugin’, even when i got on camo (on gang)
Every day i’m on these f#ckin’ drugs, don’t ask no questions why
Actin’ tough, but he died with his pole, he ain’t get to bust his fire (he ain’t get to bust his stick)
I asked god to help me tell the truth, but i still lie
And i know nobody can’t be perfect, but i still try (on gang)
Hell nah, it ain’t no cryin’ later, we laughin’ to the bank (haha)
Like, “why you sippin’ drank?” this sh#t help me think
Shoot a n#gg# like i’m photogenic, that’s how you picture paint (glaow, glaow, f#ck n#gg#)
And i heard these n#gg#s skippin’ my songs, i bet their b#tches ain’t (on gang)
〈chorus〉
Ayy, young n#gg# havin’ motion, every day, it’s a new hater (heavy motion)
n#gg# ain’t give me sh#t, f#ck it, b#tch, i’m out of favors (f#ck a n#gg#)
Ayy, bruh, he keep that bub, he got that za, all kind of flavors (glaow, ayy, on gang)
I ain’t even gotta watch football to know i don’t f#ck with the raiders (hoo, hoo, ayy, on gang)
f#ck n#gg#, keep on watchin’ me, we gon’ cut off your cable (glaow, glaow)
You ain’t tryna run up this gwop with me, you can’t sit at my table
Same b#tches ain’t wanna talk with me, i’m puttin’ dick all in their navel (ugh, ugh)
Every day we smokin’ trees, how the f#ck we ran up so much paper?
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f#ck n#gg# (n#gg#)
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