SCY JIMM - New Haters Lyrics

(Mmm, WoodleyOnThaBeat)
(you just got the green light, hahaha)
Big SCY shit, nigga
Ayy, f*ck a nigga (Heavy motion)
Glaow, nigga know

Ayy, young nigga havin' motion, every day
It's a new hater
Nigga ain't give me shit, f*ck it, bitch
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 nigga, 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 bitches 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?

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 shit, bitch, wе got plenty fire
(On gang)
Nigga lookin' wrong, I'ma up this blick
That go for anybody (F*ck nigga)
Strapped up likе I'm Rambo (Ayy) , bitch
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, bitch
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
Shit help me think
Shoot a nigga like I'm photogenic
That's how you picture paint
(Glaow, glaow, f*ck nigga)
And I heard these niggas skippin' my songs
I bet their bitches ain't (On gang)

Ayy, young nigga havin' motion, every day
It's a new hater (Heavy motion)
Nigga ain't give me shit, f*ck it, bitch
I'm out of favors (F*ck a nigga)
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 nigga, 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 bitches 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?

F*ck nigga (Nigga)