Lil Scrappy - They Hating Lyrics

Lil Scrappy – They Hating Lyrics

(Hook)
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
I swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me getting money, man I know them niggas hatin
Lookin at me funny, man I know them niggas hatin
Man these niggas hatin, man they hatin, man they hatin
Swear these niggas hatin, swear they hatin, swear they hatin
See me in the foreign whip, man these niggas hatin
Know I got the best clique so these niggas hate

(Verse)
Hatin on my IGP, hatin cus a young nigga rich
Hatin cus I fucked his bitch
Hatin on the tip of my dick
Been hated on since kindergarten
That’s after mark with his foolishness
Don’t get me started, I get retarded
I don’t play around with that stupid shit
Jim might blow me a hookah
Yall nigga really think it’s super
Been hated on in the parking lot and a real nigga might boot ya
You all flex, Lex Luger
Til I introduce you to that ruga
Don’t look at me like medusa
Don’t talk a nigga, just shoot ya
You stuntin on camera but you in a rental
Fuckin with stabbing til you get the pistol
Talkin so much, now yo I got a issue
Til I send one of my niggas to get ya
Yea, that’s real shit
Yo mouth, I get some pill quick
Man your hatin, I guess it was on the realest

(Verse)
Hatin cus I’m in my Benz
Hatin cus I’m getting them M’s
Mad that a young nigga real
Hatin cus he just pretend
I ain’t talkin bout just anybody
But the temperature in particular
I don’t just go up and down
I swoop the game for particular
I’m like wow, hatin on the internet
How? I ain’t even made it yet
Hatin on that paper
But now I’m really gonna bust a check
Hatin from the inside, don’t sneak diss cus my eyes open
Realize you ain’t real
Man you search inside but yo head smoke
I’m all in gold now
Keep textin my phone now
Quarter back, all in the zone now
Yo bitch, she have long now
Blackberry, still got that
That iPhone, she top that
Macbook with Scotty Church
She show me pussy, I show works

(Verse)
All the shit I do, truthfully man I would hate me too
My jewelry gang brand new
100 passengers ran through
I got cocaine in my house
They got my name in they mouth
I got my clique standing out
All my haters please bring em out
Oh nigga my bitch, ain’t she fat?
Look at yo hoe, I know you mad
A big bang bro, I know you have
But look at these racks I got in this pack
Put it on camera, let em go talk
Just on this drop top I just bought
Yea nigga even bankrupt you couldn’t fuck with me
I’ve been trappin, never got caught
All this hatin, yea it’s my fault
I throw racks and yall throw salt
Run yo mouth but I don’t talk
Forgiatos, I don’t walk
Nigga got nothing in the tank
I still got money in the bank
I’m getting that check pointblank
I’m like fuck what a hater think

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