Hater Proof - Dj Kay Slay, Moneybagg Yo, Dave East

I’m hater proof, you should already know

I get respect everywhere that I go

Guess it’s why them people hatin' for

Doin' good ain’t never good where I’m from

Found out you gettin' paper, dough

Guess that’s why them people hatin' for

Kay Slay, what’s up?

Uh, Burberry scarf and some Timb boots

Bad bitch with me and she foreign too (Lil' bad bitch)

Pull up out the whip, hop out clutchin' (Clutch the forty)

Makin' wrist Icee, I’m a Slushie

My lil' nigga’ll face a nigga (Buck)

DJ Kay Slay a nigga (Buck)

Broad day a nigga, clap

Ay bay bay a nigga (Blaow-blaow)

I climbed from the bottom, I found a way out (Found a way out)

You niggas the feds, pardon my layout

Y’all make me go a lil' harder

Ain’t gon' lie, I’m startin' to like haters

Look, I’m Louied down, I’m a Freshman like a ninth grader

Fuck her, put her out, no you can’t, I spend the night later

She tryna get goosed

Stuck on me?

I get some fly paper, uh

I’m hater proof, you should already know

I get respect everywhere that I go

Guess it’s why them people hatin' for

Doin' good ain’t never good where I’m from

Found out you gettin' paper, dough

Guess that’s why them people hatin' for

Who take the coke up in butcher crib?

I was trappin out chess spot

Baggin' up I was swipin' for TVs and an Xbox

Robberies got me watchin'

Get caught slippin'?

You bet' not

Told your bitch just for suck it', got me feelin' like X-Pac

They say I’m overrated, I ain’t been sober lately

I get doped on the daily and fuck them hoes, just come pay me

I’m in control like Baby, countin' Cash Money, Benjis

Got uptown in a frenzy

Roll up, ounces and Benzes

Ninety percent Crip and I got homies that’s Billy

Homies that’s mackin', started injects with a package

Fuck a MTV list, got some Marriotts on deck

Tonight I got like three chicks

Bring that money back to daddy, remix

Cut that coca with that Arm-N-Hammer

Shit is gettin' real, I bought my mom a hammer

Perk and me won’t talk to cameras

I’m off the sour, though

My cousin got a powder flow

Next exit gotta get some gas, couple miles to go

Boulders in the trunk so ain’t no smokin'

Laughin' to the bank but I ain’t jokin'

Rich nigga and I’m rollin'

Hammers on the seats so ain’t no speedin'

Clip a nigga quick, just need a reason

Put that work in then we leavin'

I’m hater proof, you should already know

I get respect everywhere that I go

Guess it’s why them people hatin' for

Doin' good ain’t never good where I’m from

Found out you gettin' paper, dough

Guess that’s why them people hatin' for